Willing

I am still willing if you are able to be. this is altogether obvious yet, why tread so lightly around these emotional epiphanies I haven't a clue which brings me back to years long past and I may have to admit and analyze why I continue this springtime addiction, the world was so much younger then our innocence gleaned from those romantic dreams of endless possibilities uncharted realms that together we would conquer, oh! love was the answer alone. if we only had love, nothing was impossible our fresh and guileless minds knew of nothing asunder we walked, hand in heart toward our promising horizon waiting. gleaming, calling to us with melodies sweet from the soul such tender harmonies angels cried. I was once willing, wasn't I?