I look into her world
and see a vulnerable child.
She loves without reserve;
wants only for me to love her as deep
to share our lives,
nurture a family:
two children, a warm home, a puppy and kitten
She looks into my eyes for hope;
sees sadness deeper than a hundred wells
confusion
fear
doubt.
I am terrified to commit to her:
a life of responsibility
with no escape should the pain come.
But I love her, want to nurture her, give her all.
And I need her.
She is my warmth and light when the storm comes.
Strung between fear of her - and fear of no her
between her pain and mine.
I see her beautiful soul
reflected through her glistening tears.
My hands caress her cheek with infinite tenderness
but my eyes are unable to give her
the assurance she needs.
Just sadness.
confusion
doubt;
as we wait for the mystery to unfold
to connect us through a million threads
or set us adrift on separate ships.
Written: 1997
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