But I was Afraid, too.

A poem about love lost.

Quite a beautiful girl, she was.

As beautiful as she could be.

She was entirely enough-

But I could not make her see.

That my eyes were only hers-

No one else could fill my time.

But I'm afraid she couldn't believe

That I wanted to make her mine.

Every flaw had been overlooked-

For they were not flaws at all.

Everything hat made her, her-

That was all I saw.

But she left one night afraid

That all I'd do was harm-

I had no intentions of any kind that

Would scar her like her arm.

I wanted a dream come true.

A dream we once had planned.

Maybe she didn't take it to heart,

But I'm afraid that I had.

I wanted a rich life-

Two beautiful children,

And a beautiful wife-

A dream that would never end.

A house on top of the hillside.

A lake underneath the stars.

A life that I could call mine.

A life that I could call ours.

Travel to Sweden,

To Switzerland, too.

Go to see Georgia,

Or see the world through.

I wanted to help her fulfill all her dreams-

But I'm afraid she left too soon.

Afraid of everything we could ever be-

But I was afraid, too.