Let Me Love You

Where do we find peace?

The peace that binds you to me

And we to the way we can be


Where do we find like-minds?

I’ve seen the sands of time

I’ve seen every mountain climbed


They are all there

We. Are.

So why all the split hair?

Why the lack of care?

What exactly IS fair?

Because it sure is not here.


Why is it that we cannot live

We can’t seem to forgive

Making judgments with a sieve


Are we so blind to believe

We want everyone to breathe

We don’t let anger seethe

Perhaps we refuse to see

The darkness behind our eyes bleeds

Into dagger tongues, repeat

The only way we are really clean

Is if the grass had undertones of scarlet-green


Friend, friend, my soul begs

Comparatively, I am the dregs

I’d shatter the ground to spite my legs

If you’d only shear the age-old tegs


On this road, there is room

To walk abreast, two by two

I’d never ask you to turn your eyes blue

If you don’t ask me to be you

Many miles past are curse-strewn

I spoke some, you spoke some, too

So let’s trade our ears, let shadows at noon

Touch the ones who need most to exhume

Their own bitter soles in ragged shoes

Swap for a day, then we might croon

A melody with a single pitch and tune

My friend, my friend, let me love you

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