By Terry Wayne L.    terry39@juno.com
Date: 4 May 2000

Unasked Questions

I hear the questions sometimes late at night.
Between the lines.
In the silent spaces of your words and thoughts.

Do You Really Love Me?
Why?
What Do You Really Want From Me?

I love you for not asking.
And I know the step of faith you are making with your silence.
Peering into your heart's abyss.

Unasked questions need answers too.
Sometimes even more.
Because they persist with  false doubts.

Do I Love You?
With every fiber of my very soul,
And with every breathe I will ever draw.

I would sacrifice my future, my life to make you smile.
And you fill my spirit where no other person has even come close.
My heart is afire with your name; white hot and eternal.

Why?
Because of your heart, which is generous and tender
Yet strong, and vibrant, and compassionate.
Able to carry on though broken, yet melt with a single whisper.

And your spirit.
Undaunted by life's many trials
Yet tested by the fires of childhood hurts and adult pain.

And because you trusted me with your love.
Just a little at first I know
But enough to earn more every day.

What Do I Really Want?
Perhaps the easiest answer of all.
That requires nothing of me but honesty.

I want your smile.
And your laughter.
And your happiness in joyous times.

And I want your tears.
And your pain.
And your frustration in the bad ones.

I want your respect.
And your admiration.
As you inspire my best to the world.

And I want your trust.
Allowing me to fill the gaps of your need.
Letting you fly to heights unknown.

But I also want your anger.
And your fear.
And your insecurities.

So I can ease them all with love.
Holding you long enough to help you feel
That together our love can conquer all with white magic.

I want you to recognize your destiny as you gaze into my eyes.
And I want you to awaken in the night to see the tears on my cheeks.
Put there merely at the sight off how beautiful you are asleep.

I want you to hear raindrops against the window late at night.
And think of us playing, kissing the soft rain with our joy, our love
As we become soaked dancing in an afternoon shower.

And I want to taste your love as deeply as possible
Every time I glance across the room
And see you watching me with a soft Mona Lisa smile.

I want to hold you when you need my strength and comfort.
I want to caress you when you need a human touch.
I want to make slow love to you when you need intimacy and release.

And I want to protect you from all the evil in the world.
Keeping you safe and content and secure.
And happy....forever happy.

Terry Wayne L.                   May 2000