Do people really change,
Or do they just become?
Is what we are locked in at birth
or do we all evolve?

She says that she is not the same
that time has changed her heart.
Old wounds mended, feelings bent
and things are not the same.

But does she see then man I was
through eyes of old times past?
Or does she see the man that now
stands before her naked?

I have no weapons, cloaks or mail
to hide behind protected.
I have no tools at my call
to battle for her heart.

In times before I used my presence
at every possible moment.
To bend her ear and turn her heart
and sometimes just to hold her.

But now I stand before her
with only one defense.
To open up my heart for
all the world to see.

To use a my mind and tongue
in processes unknown to me.
I smith the words, the few I know,
to give them shape and form.

To show her that I too have changed
in ways quite unexpected.
That a door that once was closed
has recently been opened.

I am left with only words
no deeds may I perform.
But strong my love for her has grown
and words may be enough.

And so I write long in the night
and each and every morn.
The words I craft while in my head the hammers fall and ring.
And from the fires of my heart I forge my new wings.