| Who is this Woman |
PresentFocus "Explorations in Awareness"
| The only constant in life is change |
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Who is this woman who touched me so? What is this thing I feel so solid I know? Why is my heart direct to
show love when I don’t know who? How shall I proceed indeed, when she has no need to feed? Why might
she see me? I can only stay and hope to play; that my invite has no fright, for in this night my fear is near.
I fear she may be the one. When no one is near to hear, my cry this night falls on no ear. I am alone, my heart
ready to tear. Filled up full with love for man I am here. I now need share what I have found fair and square.
Love in my life as never before, a thing to share more than snare. It has made me bold as I declare what I hold.
A love so old, as the story is told, the spirit itself is from this mold. How may I feel the right to express without
fright this feeling in my heart that gives me a start? I wait for a change that I may feel more stable, to put my
feeling out on the table. That more than a fable, the love I feel has me ready to kneel.
With one knee grounded, bounded only by spirit I pray not to fear it. That I might first tell you “I love you”,
before I just burst. Now I see that to give is the only true desire. I give my love to you, a promise so true I feel it
anew as each day due.
Who is this woman who touched me so? What is this thing I feel so solid I know? Why is my heart direct to
show love when I don’t know who? How shall I proceed indeed, when she has no need to feed? Why might
she see me? I can only stay and hope to play; that my invite has no fright, for in this night my fear is near.
I fear she may be the one. When no one is near to hear, my cry this night falls on no ear. I am alone, my heart
ready to tear. Filled up full with love for man I am here. I now need share what I have found fair and square.
Love in my life as never before, a thing to share more than snare. It has made me bold as I declare what I hold.
A love so old, as the story is told, the spirit itself is from this mold. How may I feel the right to express without
fright this feeling in my heart that gives me a start? I wait for a change that I may feel more stable, to put my
feeling out on the table. That more than a fable, the love I feel has me ready to kneel.
With one knee grounded, bounded only by spirit I pray not to fear it. That I might first tell you “I love you”,
before I just burst. Now I see that to give is the only true desire. I give my love to you, a promise so true I feel it
anew as each day due.