I would never lie, nor keep truths unknown;
for the guilt would be an unhealing wound.
Which after each moment will have grown,
Our tree of life will be cut more than pruned.
Take me, not as a lovesick fool, as of yet,
Or a proud man with an unbreakable will.
Your power over me is hard to forget,
But I have much left to conquer still.
In time, for of this we have much,
Our paths shall be to us quite known.
Stand beside me, not as my crutch,
But comrade, I shan't walk it alone.
Fear me not, I'm merely subliminal,
The choice, on your shoulders does lie.
I'll not haunt you, I am no criminal;
I promise never even to ask why.
Not really a choice, more a "follow your heart",
I'll supply you whatever leaves you full.
Of the knowledge that I shall do my part,
To make your life perfect - No bull.
