2005-03-21 - 10:35 p.m.
I know this love is hard for you
because of what you've been through with others,
but I'm not interested in a laborious love
labor is for slaves and new mothers.
I offer you an easy love.
No games and false races,
immitation cat and mouse chases
to ensure you would appreciate your prize.
I love you with closed eyes.
Not letting your flaws guide my way,
or letting your mistakes make me stray.
I offer you an easy love.
Void of outside intervention,
or mass media convention,
or scrutinizing your intention.
I keep my friends at arms length,
take their advice with a grain of salt,
assume responsibility for my actions,
I try not to pass the fault.
I come open and ready to receive you,
keep the ghosts of my past at bay.
Baptize you in my holy waters
to wash your fears away.
I offer you an easy love.
A fluffy pillow and a soft place to lay.
But I will still drop my peace and fight with you
if it will help us make it through today.
I will even let you hurt me
if it heals you in some way.
I don't look at you with doubtful eyes,
I believe in what you say.
I offer you an easy love.
No lines and no waiting,
you don't even have to pay.
All I ask is that you look at me
the way you did that first day.
Balance the picture of me you paint for your friends,
don't only call them to complain,
and if that responsibility is too much for you,
try not to mention my name.
Remember, I'm not the one who hurt you,
or the one who took your joy away.
I knew you were used and broken when I found you,
but I chose you anyway.
And I offer you an easy love.
A place to rest and mend your broken wings.
I leave you free to fly any path you choose,
all I clipped from you were strings.
And when you return home to our nest
worn and weathered from your flight,
I offer you my easy love
to soothe you through the night.
