Gentle touch and strong desire,
only prove to fuel this fire.
If only you could see it too,
to know the love I feel for you.
Surely you would not forsake,
this need that started as an ache.
I've trusted and believed before,
leaving caution at the door.
If you were to stay the course,
to give into the lost remorse;
If life could be your sweetest dream,
it could be more than what it seems.
Trusting is a dreadful start,
and often leads to grieving hearts.
But trust I will until you fail,
taking risks to no avail...