When devotion is born from two sides
it’s easy to see how and why
a temporary bond can join.
Temporary simply because
time can’t stand still or alone.
Where one wants and shares
the other may give and please,
this balance is easily transferable.
Love has its own currency
some choose to hoard and save,
while others may flood the market
giving and going into debt.
The change we share with each other
comes from sorrows sweet hand of despair.
She swears her love to be true and fair.
Countless are the hours
I’ve waited in this exact place
watching as she plays the mother,
I still want a daughter.
Watching as she convinces another
she’s happily in love.
I’ve watched the length of 21 seasons
come and change the dead.
There are a set of certain demands
she’ll never give into,
or shall I say, her demands must be met
before she will dutifully fall on her sword.
She wants both sides
to be free and equal
no matter the cost to the armies.
Battles will be fought and won
walls torn down and explored,
new adventures and promises,
and all of this is only possible
when love feels.
