At last the question found it’s voice,
“Are you with me out of need, or choice?”
A glib reply formed on his tongue,
As countless glib replies had done
But as it spread it’s wings to fly,
His teeth snapped shut and glibness died…
Then, as he looked into her eyes,
He fought with fate and truth and lies,
And seeking answers deep within,
He wondered if he could begin,
And so the moment paused until
He felt his life was standing still…
And when at last the clock moved on,
He found his voice for so long gone,
And eye to eye began to speak,
As a single fear ran down her cheek,
He told her what he thought she knew,
“It’s my heart’s choice, to be here, with you.”
