:: Perhaps ::

"It's what you do, unthinking, that makes the quick tear start;

The tear may be forgotten -- but the hurt stays in the heart."

yes. i am not a saint. in fact i am ugly. the real side revealed only to you and the Maker.

Perhaps it's the knowing that the capacity is there somewhere for the sensitivity needed.
Perhaps i'm looking for more.
Perhaps i'm asking too much.
Perhaps it's too late.
Perhaps we can start again.

shall we meet halfway across the room?
shall we dance this dance again?
till we grow old and the music fades.

I miss this.