What is it that scares you so about love,
Or is it something else that you fear?
Is there something wrong with me
When I think I hear you spirit calling?
Why do you treat me so differently,
Am I somehow less than other men,
Or even worse, am I the same?
You hold you cards so close because
You’ve been hurt so many times.
Is that what you see in me after
All these years of tenderness,
Just the next man who’ll hurt you?
Am I another brute to be treated
With distrust and suspicious care
Allowed so carefully within your life
But out of reach of all tenderness?
How long do you think I can see you,
The fragrance of Ed Hardy in the air,
And your eyes calling me to touch you
Only to be rebuffed by your recoil
Before my spirit feels the shame
Of your rebuffs however gentle.
And when I ask that you take a chance,
Trust in me and my arms to connect
With those tender feelings you protect,
Are they just words from another man?
Are my promises only hollow words
That echo to you from other men’s lips?
Allow me to pamper you with gentle hands,
warming your torso with loving strokes
As I believe you long for them to do.
Or tell me that there’s another truth for me.
That you can absorb the good from me
But only as long as my spirit can stand alone
And that when my heart calls for nurturing
You will not yet have the strength to lend me.