AT LAST:

When at last I write you dear,

What will you bear to hear?

That I am but a common man?

A mere human,

made of dirt and bone,

ash and dust,

a heart of lust?

A prince in your imagination only?

Why will I sink your dreams?

If I love you from afar..

write your hopes of me on bits of paper..

save them in a jar.

Would that not be better than to find the truth...?

If...

In disappointment the jar it breaks..

I would rather that I see..

tears of sad..

than broken pieces of a heartache..

Or would you rather..

Just one word of hope,

to pass the time,

To cope..

while I wish the miles away,

To in your arms of beauty be?

With one word we dance around a blossom tree,

Just me and you and you and me.