Beware the monsters, dearest child,
Beyond the chain-link fence.
Their ways are fierce and dark and wild;
Of right they have no sense.
Do not approach the fence, my dear,
It cannot lead to good.
Don't venture out, don't face your fear,
Just do as mother would.
Speak not to those across it, for
Their ways are not our own.
Never seek or strive for more,
Or question the unknown.
And never listen to their words,
For what they say is true,
And if you ponder what you've heard,
You'll find they're just like you.
The dull tap of pebbles on glass
When you came to visit me every night
The scraping of shoes on roof tiles
And the birds chirping at the sunrise
When we talked until dawn berated us
The laughs of children playing
In the park where you gave me that ring
The small, hopeful "yes" in response
And the gentle tapping of tears
Falling at last for the right reasons
The murmur of the crowd in the pews
As you walked to me down the aisle
The solemn words of our vows
And the happy offerings of friends
As we stepped into life together
The patter of feet on linoleum floor
When she took her very first steps
The crackle of tape on cardboard
And the engin
I want to be brave.
Brave, like risking everything,
Like standing up when others sit,
Like getting up each time I fall.
I know I can be brave.
Brave, like loving unconditionally,
Like admitting a secret,
Like having faith in the unseen.
I will be brave.
Brave, like swallowing a grenade,
Like facing an angry dragon,
Like standing firm through the flames.
I am brave.
Brave, like one more round,
Like Him who gives me strength.
Brave, like you.
It must be that my heart is made of ice
And yours of fire, ever bright and clear,
For just a kiss from you seems to suffice
To soften me, and melt away my fear.
Or, if my heart's a caterpillar, then
A hug from you is surely a cocoon,
For, were you to embrace me once again,
I'd be aflutter; your love makes me swoon.
Like flowers miss the warmth of summer sun,
I yearn to see your shining face each day.
I bloom with you, my heart's a knot undone.
Your smile: my color in a world of gray.
No happy phrase, no starry sky above,
No metaphor can quite express my love.