Stony-faced, I unlatch, take a breath, open this door
and your smile shatters my firm resolve
warms the winter in my chest
and leaves me precisely where I vowed ne'er to return
lost in the magic of your eyes, your voice
your very presence sends me reeling back
repenting every oath uttered to move on, forget
and I forgive each wrong way you love me -
not enough to sooth the ache in my soul,
which was pledged to you eons ago
when the Gods made me to do nothing more
than love you with however much of my heart you leave unbroken,
not much, but what still remains leaps for you
even as your arms reach for an embrace that could never be enough
to satisfy this need to hold you.
in turmoil, I steady my treacherous hand to take one of yours...
I'd rather live this masochistic life with you
than an empty one without