Truth and Dare

Now, if Love is patient I can stop right there That's more than enough to feel unprepared If it's left up to me it becomes despair How will this end? When will it? Where?

An uplifting goal just beyond my reach A battle with dark Desperate parts of me An attribute given One I cannot teach And easily mimicked While the heart knows no peace Looks like forced smiles A clumsy charade Cracked hearts and cracked masks All covered with paint No pain here, move on You and I are the same We learn quickly that two Can play that sort of game We confuse patience with not feeling strained With not being bothered, or tired, or drained With not being human, or real, or maimed Famished and needy, a room disarranged Rather, Love suffers long and acknowledges pain A prerequisite for Love's sweet surprise It bears the discomfort for the other's gain And lays itself down so another can rise Love is bruised and beaten Tortured and pained It knows no bounds And yet, love is restrained Love isn't easy Won't forget your name Won't wake up to see what it's done...and change Our task is to love, as Love has loved us We're never made to go alone After our anxious breathing slows We may find our real home I wait for You, You tell me when I've prepared a place for them When these doors open and shut again The wedding of two worlds begins ...Love is never early or late... ...And good... ...things come... ...to those who wait -Daniel Escobedo