Tempting Surrender
The one who offers himself
is not the one I want.
He lacks those things
I see in you,
those things with which
you've tightly bound my heart.
His laughter doesn't bring a smile
to spread across my face.
Nor does his voice
cause my heart to sing.
There is nothing here
connecting him to me.
No shared moments
of tears and trust
with which to win my heart.
Each time he looks into my eyes
and reaches for my hand
I search in vain for anything
to which I can cling.
I could close my eyes
pretending he were you
and lose myself to passion
he'd quietly slip away
never to be the wiser
to the game which I had played.
Longing, as I do,
to feel myself with you,
makes this moment tempting
to surrender to a lovers touch.
It would be a moment
filled with disappointment.
He's not the one I want,
I'll not settle for less than you.
I'll surrender only
to the passion
of my heart.
