I do not mean to put our love on
I really can't decide what I should do.
I don't like always running hot and cold,
But I don't know yet what I feel for
I am afraid of getting too involved
And then, perhaps, of causing greater pain.
It's easier to get this thing resolved,
Yet then I find I'm weeping once again.
If only life were walking on the beach,
Talking, laughing, holding honest hands,
With everything we want just out of reach,
And no sign of the lurking buts and ands.
If I could say just purely the word love,
Or bear to turn my back and say goodbye,
Then you and I could from this moment move,
And let ourselves at last rejoice or cry.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon