What remains to be seen

With all that lingers
With all that has not been said

Can we start here?
You my man I barely know.
So fresh, so new, so many things we don't know...
Can we stay here and stay open?
I wish you would call
I would say such things
I would drip from your hands.

He made such a tear
You began to mend.

I am not cynical
I am tragic.
I know.

I begin to shake off my delusions
But hope creeps in and lures me to the beauty of you...

Have I found you?
Am I finding you?

slowly I am either burrowing into your heart and making a home
Or revealing my tender fragile self to your teeth.
When such vulnerable things fall from my lips I wonder if you see me.
And if you want me.

I've made it this far.
But what a dream we would build if you will keep me.
I will be the sunlight when all you have is night.
I will stand by you when all you do is  wrong

All that is me would chose to love all that is you.

If you chose me. If you open your heart to me, no man will be loved so completely, So warmly and  sweetly. I am the pearl of great price.

You are what remains to be seen.