yet to learn

is it the face of a child?
is it the thrill of danger?
is it the kindness we see in the eyes of a stranger?
is it more than faith?
is it more than hope?
is it waiting for us at the end of our rope?


is it the one you call home?
is it the Holy Land?
is it standing right here holding your hand?
is it just like the movies?
is it rice and white lace?
is it the feeling I get when I wake to your face?


is it the first summer storm?
is it the colors of fall?
is it having so little,
and yet having it all?
is it one in a million?
is it a change to belong?
is it standing right here singing this song?

is it a veil or a cross?
is it the poet's gift?
is it the face that has launched over thousands of ships?

is it making you laugh?
is it letting you cry?
is it where we believe that we go when we die?
is it how you were made?
is it your mother's ghost?
is it the wish that I'm wishing for you life,

for your life, for your life the most?

- Love by Sugarland

i wrote this song about you

so many words, too many words. they are unable to surface. i wonder what they say, but am afraid to look. are they what i want? could they all be true?

the possibilities are endless and leave me fearful.

i can't help but wonder if it's the same for you. are there words left unsaid.

need they be said?

with these unsaid words we will build a bridge. one fortified with time and precision.

~actions speak louder than words~