Friday, May 1, 2015

On Certainty

How do you know if you love me
And how am I so sure
When certainty stands in the light
Of the phases of the moon

You take my hand, declaring
"I'm yours, by the stars, I swear"
I pull away, knowing
Some nights are too dark for the day

So I travel solitarily
To the safety of my despair
Then I knew you love me
When you said, "I'll walk with you there"