Regrets

The passion that was in my youth has grown weary

But my love for you is still strong

I may not show you often enough

And my deeds are somewhat slow

My words may have dried up

But inside my love still grows

I worry that I can’t show you how much I care

I worry that my body lets me down more often

I worry about past deeds

And I worry about tomorrow too

But each morning when I reach for you

Feel your warmth against my fingers

I know the day will be OK

Because you’re here with me.