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.