Darling would you be reborn for me
I’m growing weary having not seen you in so long
I promise that despite my faults you would be free
I’m dying slowly and I don’t know how I can hold on
Your hand in mine makes this self come alive
I know I’ve shunned intimacy and you must think me a pretender
But this body has had to devise various stratagems to survive
And here I confess that this heart demands something tender
In the spirit of wild roses plucked to deliver to a wife
I’ve blossomed to reveal these secrets under the night’s skies
So let heaven be witness to a passion on which I stake this life
Because no stars light up the world like the shine I find in your eyes
This is what I’ve previously communicated in whispers
For a fear of being misunderstood and to save face
But how may this heart begin to know you whilst being an over thinker
Here, I must resist hammering on, let me give you some space
Little Borrowers 