My Truth is in Your Beauty
People and trees are marked by the times in which they grow
Both shaped by the storms and bent by the winds as they blow
Even rocks and mountains rise and fall as do we all
People have so little time to notice as they go
We never see where we are going till we are there
By then it is too late to notice too late to care
And we never know why just as we never know where
We arrive if we do how or why we are alive
Nonetheless here we are: both of us left to wonder
And not about arrival but simply survival
I have given up trying to find out what is true
The one known in this unknown is that I feel alone
All I know is that survival feels better with you
My truth is in your beauty and that will have to do
I want to make love to you before we go under
+Steven Curtis Lance
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