The Only Exception...

1%

I lift my eyes, and I shift my gaze
And I look upon you beauty.
Tis not beauty of elegance or grace.
Tis not that kind of beauty.

Tis the beauty in your strength,
The beauty in your kindness.
It's the smile on your handsome face.
The beauty in your faithfulness.

Tis the beauty that is mine.
Its a beauty so rare.
And in my heart, you hope that I
Know your love, am fully aware.

But oh, who am I to you?
But oh, who am I to assume
That time won't tell the truth?

Must I go back in time,
When ever I forget who I am to you?
Must I go back in time
Whenever I forget the promises you've made?

When I forget the things you gave?

All the ones whom I loved,
Who needed, but never wanted me,
When or if they do return,
They'd receive an open armed welcoming.

What is love, but acceptance?
Is it wrong to be so untrusting,
Of the new love in my life,
While old ones keep invading?

So cautious of a heart that's pure,
And yet surrender to past mistakes,
Every time they're at my door?

I give what I have to returning traders,
In hopes they come back again,
For what is love than loyalty
No matter the list of sins.

No matter the many cuts,
So deep, that never healed
Inflicted by the very ones
Who swore their love was real.

Why is it I accept that that is the way to love?
Where did I lose my faith in this?
My faith in you, my faith in us?

Tis true. I trust you all but one percent.
Just one area in which it's hard for me to change.
It's the fact I find it hard to trust
That you indeed will stay.

What must I do to believe?
For there's nothing I'd like more
Than to call you and your beauty
Mine forever more.

But oh, how I long for you
To look me in the eye and say
"I will never leave you"
To tell me in person that you will always stay.

To hear you speak those words
Whispered for me to hear.
I'll search you eyes looking for,
Truth to the things I heard.

And oh, how I long to be
The one you look at with forever in your eyes.
To hear you profess your love for me
With out a single doubt inside.

For that tis the beauty.
That tis the beauty of what you do to me.
To want to love and trust and give willingly
That last one percent .