Guilt taking over desire
Love knocking at her door
She’s holding back a little more
He offers his hand
to help her
get back on track
Sharing love with
words and silence—
the only tools he has
He senses the guilt
devaluing their love
Their cozy little world cries—
Is it my fault?
He could be a fireman
to douse the guilt—
keep heart and mind open
to let him in