What would happen if,
I could tell you what I felt.
Would I be left with my heart held out,
or would you take it and hold it close?
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
ready to give it away.
I have the ability to love as deep as the ocean,
but that seems to get me no where.
I feel at times, I was born too late,
that the love I seek, is no longer made.
Love where your heart skips when lips meet,
and pulse races with each touch.
Emotions that give you fevers and chills,
as the tingles make your body shake.
Love that I want, desire and crave,
seems to be decades past.
Where the door is held open,
and they are polite.
Where a smile can mean more
than any other gesture.
I can love forever, never giving up,
but that sort of love, seems to scare.
No one wants that sort of commitment
for fear of being hurt in the end.
People have become so afraid,
of that thing within their chest.
Afraid to give it away,
for fear it will be crushed.
No one wants to release all they feel,
allow themselves to be vulnerable.
The fear of letting themselves go,
and putting their hearts in another's hands.
I just want that love,
that makes you smile in the morning.
That love that overwhelms you,
with feelings so real.
And I want that love that you can't help but,
Enjoy the feel!
A love so deep that you cannot run,
Nor hide from its power.
It's there for you if only you will open,
Your arms and drop your shield!