without you being frightened?
Can I bruise the surface
of the disease that lay within?
Can I tell you what I see,
and still have you look me in the eye?
Can I lay, on the table, my reality?
Will you still trust in my love?
Never do I aim to break the link of love.
The connection is essence and in it lay life.
I will do anything to maintain
the essence of life.
How could you cut the cord?