We are different,
You and I,
You are strong & willing,
Me I'm weak & I cry,
Out of love once forbidden,
We now become friends,
And the mystery of not knowing,
Crumbles and it ends,
From a scared little girl,
Always waiting for her knight,
To a grown woman,
Who still fears the night,
You have offered to teach,
Me how to love the night,
And I am trying to trust,
And to fight my own fright,
The thought of not knowing,
How good things can be,
Has got my fears crumbling,
And is setting my spirit free.
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