it is tuesday eve
i do believe
drizzle outdoors
i am on my knees
can't shake
what i am to be
a lion
strong
i never plead
but what is this
an unballed fist
with a rose for free
not for anyone
but it is you i need
beautiful
as an isle meets fjord
delicate
like the lily
by some shore
waiting
for some hand
will you pluck
patience
in my heart
safely tucked
deeply
am i sinking
in this love
mostly
for the sound of a dove
shhhh
i hear music in the wind
softly
is this song
i will send
petals
falling slowly
from my hand
missing
only you
never end
touching
just the tip
of your heart
pounding
till i kiss
where you are
tender
ev'ry moment
hear my plea
the lion
is alone
where are we
holding
onto tics
of the clock
solely
we are one
are we not
trying
giving hope
one more chance
tell me
am i him
yes your man...

my love
who
am i
but
him.....

i love you
yes
over
and over
and over
again