Is like my love for you.
Although we know it's there
It's almost hidden from our view.
The many shades of leaves
Are like the way I sometimes feel -
My moods in love are varied,
As colours are - dramatic -
As leaves are, very real.
The waters of the lake are deep,
And dark, and almost still -
Like that, I cannot speak of our love,
Not now, not yet, until . . .
Some brighter time will clear the way,
The waters will run bright,
Clear and sparkling for all to see -
No more as dark as night, and then one day
I'll talk about our love,
When freedom comes, and peace,
When I can hold you, unafraid -
And life seems not to cease.
Until then, perhaps the way ahead
Seems sad.
But life is not a carousel,
And often things seem bad.
Our love can wait, the hope is there,
And soon things will be fine,
One thing I ask - I ask it now,
Please let us have our time.
