Oh how I miss the tightening ache deep in my chest
the long for her, the languish want so incomplete
without her touch, the unreleased need to profess
a love so strong, to rest my head upon her breasts
to hear her heart with mine in stride so softly beat.
Oh how I yearn her ruby lips to trace my skin
to trap my breath inside her mouth, to feel the heat
while holding tight, to touch her love so deep within
and fall asleep kissing her neck, and then begin
to touch along and taste again her skin so sweet.
Oh how I need someone like her my love to wake
and never leave or ever try my heart to break.
The love that was did not sustain
did not provide for dreams to grow
and walked away with much disdain
when holding on we didn’t know.
And not too soon we will dissolve
the knot that held our lives together
leaving behind what’s not resolve
in trying now to make things better.
Can I hold on to dreams of you?
The way it was when we first met
and in that moment I always knew
that life with you would not forget.
But we both know we cannot save
what used to be and now is gone
and what is left becomes engraved
in our hearts as we move on.
So let us go and say goodbye
your freedom now I give hereby.
Please let me go when there is nothing more
but not right now and not before,
just let me go when I become distant and cold
and all my dreams are place on hold
or when my heart just turn to stone,
then turn around and leave me there to rot alone
to slowly drown in my own pain
when I treat love with such disdain.
Just let me go and don’t look back
and forget the words that now may lack
the tender love and heated passion.
Please let me go with much compassion
when all is done and nothing more,
but not right now and not before.
“And what is love?” I ask you now that you are not here
I say the words without defining, I drop them there
for you to grab and build your dreams on this affair
we coat with lust and then call love, “I want you near”
I said just once and with a number marked our distance
and chased away illicit dreams and things we fear
as now we know that what I show is my resistance.
“So what is love?” I ask again when I can’t touch you
and I can’t have the things you offer but give to him
since not being there I cannot ask, can only dream
to hold you tight and kiss your lips, “you always knew”
I said again and with my words I hurt you more
not knowing why I let you in, I have no clue,
“So this is love?” but I’ll be here same as before.