Even as the sun is setting,
I feel the warmth rise from your skin.
You seem to want and need my touch,
but I'm scared to start again.
To me you seem so fragile, and no matter how I touch,
sometimes even my soft caress appears to be too much.
I know the things you've been through,
and you've been touched before.
But new love has such innocence, and
your heart just might need more.
As I deny my thoughts to you because
I fear the pain
of yet another shattered heart, I'm
frightened to start again.
Even as the sun it rises, and again love I've denied,
protecting nothing but my heart, not caring who has cried.
Albert Joe Hickerson
Copyright �2001 Albert Hickerson
