Forgive me, my love
We both know I must do this
I cannot worry about the future
Even when we know where it leads
And precisely therefore
I deserve so much more
Than obscure thanks giving
In a dusty mail box
Will be done as I await
Hand over the Earth
Forgive me, my love
We both know I have to speak my truth
Without worry, shame, self-censorship
Only for a wink death part us doth
There are lessons we can’t skip
I don’t care for golden rings
Fool of the third degree
Entitlement to find fresh springs
In the verse and melody
Forgive me, my love
Now if I may ask
Speak of me
You know I deserve so much more
You’ve already had it all
Weaving a way for me
Your beloved arachne
To come homewards
Just as I am worthy
I’m letting go of the outcome