You
came to me in a time of great need.
Even
though the need was unknown to me.
My
heart slept in a Loveless Slumber.
One
that had become the only way of survival
For
my love torn heart.
It
had chosen, by need of preservation,
To
sleep instead of feel.
The
sweet innocence of your loving persuasion,
Bit
by tiny bit,
Sang
the song of revival
To
my sleeping heart.
Without
sufficient warning,
It
became fully awake.
Awake,
again, to feel all those emotions
That
it had, so hesitantly, chosen
To
Sedate.
Into
that Loveless Slumber.
This
love that awakedned my heart
Was
one of beautiful innocence.
The
essence of love that
Poets
pen of,
And
Singers sing of.
Hence,
my heart will eternally
Utter
"I'll
Be!"
~Annie Jo Battles~
1999
