Of the things I need most from love

Doubt is what I need least from love.

When standing beside you with others close

I need never to question or mistrust your love.

If my hand covers yours in a moment of hope

You’ll have mine forever along with my love.

Would you come back to me, arms outstretched

Give me time for my heart to remember our love?

Poured out from my chest and left in an urn

Mourning loss and rejection, the memory of love.