Were flesh as hard and cold as stone
Like grey church steps, worn smooth with time ,
Then surely we could love
And unconstrained here, fearless fall.
To give all without asking back
To take more than can be consumed
And wild and wanton, without care
Crash headlong to sweet simple bliss.
But flesh is weak, such tender hearts
Do feel the thorns of reddest rose
And lovers past steal joy and hope
There leaving cuts that tell such tales
So take this love, this life, this self
And gentle be its guardian
For scars I bare, and freely take
This is your heart to freely break