001.

June 6, 2006

Your grace hidden in the palm of my hand
while you resemble the thought of whats to be
The fear of being loved
at the dismissal of your fraudulence
Is to small for even the most addicted
of lovers
But by my love
will you find yourself
by the words of innocence lost
to never be rediscovered
inside your heart
lies the truth be told
the most gracious of all
is mine to hold