The word love

You said the word love.
the way it was now never to return.
My heart parried, will my frailty 
let it all burn.

Can the two commit?
I scream my heart into the heavens. 
The Lord knows I'm a hypocrite.
 
I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. 
At least the thought of you and him 
would die.
 
Will the insecurities take off like a dove?
Then all my trust I can place in love.