My love, I say I need you, and that is true.
But no, I am not lost without you, no.
My mind is still my own, I’ve my own will,
And yet, when all us said and done, I need you still.
Time was I needed none, nor did I want.
I thought it right to want, but did not find
A soul to call my own, no liking mind.
Some girls were pretty, but, when they did speak
I knew they weren’t for me, they seemed so weak.
I wanted strength of spirit, self it’s own,
Someone to love, admire, respect. And yet,
Someone as beautiful and true as you
I needed, too, who wants the things I give,
And wants the giver, me, who gives to live
The poems and songs and stories that are me,
And gentleness and thoughtfulness and trust.
And so I say I need you, dear, but this
Is just another form of want, and this
Is just another form of greatest need,
That wants the you I want with all my soul,
That needs you there to want and need me, too.
Oh, there’s no way else to say that I love you!
Action must wait, hugs and kisses wait;
Everything’s on hold and must stand still.
And so I wait and save as days go by,
And wait and save, while in my mind I fly!
I fly, yes; sometimes I cry, then tell myself
I must be more mature, stronger, hard,
Till softness of your soul melts hard away,
And as we message I grow light as May.
I’m waiting, dear; I’m saving; time will pass,
Them at your feet I’ll kneel upon the grass.