In the End...

Your jaded views inspire my undress, when we’re alone and I can be myself.
A satisfying silence takes us, languid without words...
Lay your head on my breast beloved and forget your frustrations.
When you can’t stare your rival in the eye, or see your friend’s concern.

How to respond when there's such love? When you’re so ready to fall...
Where there’s nothing less than tranquil touch and a perfect setting...
How can any of these glorious things survive with your constant doubt?

To survive for the disparate good to all this dread you’ve trapped.
I offer myself, your lasting opulence...where I am myself I trust to you.