love is not a thing we make

Cold little trembling heart, be still, be warm;

Scared little downcast eyes, look up, look here;

For never will I make you frightened so-

Shy little lowered head, rise up, rise high;

Sweet little saddened face, be cheered, be calmed;

For never will I bring you shame or scorn

Don't you know I see you on the shadow road

And sigh because I want to make you feel the light?

Even as I say your name I feel the gentle flicker

Underneath your gray come back to life.

Still little silent voice, be roused, be heard;

Brave little beating heart, fight well, fight strong;

For always will I strain to hear the words you speak.

Scarred little frightened hands, receive, release;

Bruised little aching soul, be whole, be free;

For always will I hold and keep you ever safe with me.

Don't you know I hear your melancholy song at night

And cry because I want to give you back delight?

Even as I hear your voice I sense the tender whisper

Far beneath your pain defeating strife.

Strained little painful smile, be soft, be bold;

Wild little wounded girl, be safe, be strong;

For never will I strike the blow that knocks you down

So far away from me.

Sad little frightened one, come here, be held

Small little timid soul, arise, emerge

Forever to embark upon the road of joyful peace.

Don't you know I love your broken heart,

Your shattered dreams, your grieving soul?

Even as I dry your tears I see the resolution

Deep inside your inmost self to crush the dark;

To be made whole.

Oh, my darling, if only you could feel the refuge I could give you...

Love is not a thing we make

Nor is it a thing we merely feel-

Love is that which breaks my heart and makes it sing for you

Above the dreary bleakness of the fog around your head...