Promise sits, waiting.
I've been gone too long, too scared to go near the edge
far too long.
My heart is healing, ready.
I see the edge,
You're waiting there, for me?
When I find out the answer, I'll step closer.
Til then, I dare not go near the edge,
at the risk of falling, alone.
Though, my heart races,
I have this feeling-
I'll be running, leaping, falling
into you.
It scares me how much I want to go near that edge.
Sarah, you read my heart. This is how I'm feeling!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad my heart knows your heart.
LOVE!