The Fear Of Love
Your love flowed gently over me,
by Lora Colon
Like a wave caressing the shore,
Touching me... then covering me...
Leaving me begging for more
Your love, a magical potion,
Cleansing the wounds in my heart,
An elixir straight from heaven
That invited the healing to start
Your love, the fire I always dreamed
Would warm my winter night,
My sun... appearing in the rain,
To my darkness, bringing the light
Your love, a melody divine,
Love's symphony played anew,
My heart arranged each tender note....
The song that I heard was you
Your love, a perfectly sculpted rose
An angel laid at my feet,
Dare I press it to my heart....
Will the perfume still be sweet?
Your love... I wonder, will it endure....
How long can a dream survive?
Why do doubt and fear interpose...
Waiting for despair to arrive?
Your love, a wreath that heaven wove
And placed upon my head,
Yet, I'm gripped by fear this chain of love
Is no more than a slender thread