Mournful Musing

If all I had to give you was myself

How long would it take for you to find a better path?

If all I had to offer was my heart

Would you blush? Roll your eyes? Look away? Laugh?

This is all I am. I’m not a shiny, gleaming thing

Nor something well-polished. Rounded like a cherish pebble on a beach.

But I am human. Flesh and bone. Spirit and song.

Willing to grow. Not asking you to change. Or me your lessons teach.

I cannot conquer what I feel for you.

So many days I te...