I most certainly would not have turned you away, my arms were open, my heart in wait.
All that was between us was the inability to confess, to utter the words our hearts yearned to say
Forgive me,
I am a man of apologies, or that is what i have become, a man accustomed to mistakes,
I did love you, and want to be loved by you - but affection is a stranger in my house and this is difficult to change
Though I tried,
And honest, I did try, I sought help from far and wide - but really nobody can teach a man unless he wants to learn
I was yet a boy, unfit for the demands of the world - I was an iron too cold to bend.
I am aware,
But I will lie in wait, even for the tiniest slither of chance - I will, love is patient - the lips of God had whispered in my ear, so, I must wait
You might never come, my flowers will surely rot, but all is fine - I will sit at the stop where I let go of your hand and wait
Just a random picture... named it solitude
