To a voice that defines me
that difference has made me see
what I have truly lost of myself
that overture of worth I once had.
She has told me from the winds
my friend that follows along
whispering to hold back
to think of whom I have become.
the fact that she has never had
someone affect her so deep.
She has called upon her strength
to find out if this is pure
by gently pushing me away
yet loving me the same.
She has opened my eyes
closed for so long and forgotten
that I must stand and be myself
to love her fully as I do.
seems this love is a very wise whisper upon the wind...
you are "of worth" ... and this kind of unselfish love is worth the wait...
when both can "stand and be" ...
love will allow both to stand as one...
but then you already know that...
this sincere, touching, beautiful poem says so
take care poet of the wind
baby can I hold you tonite ...
maybe if I said the right words, at the right time ...
you'd be mine.
baby can I hold you tonite.