if time were such that i could turn
the hands and start again
then i'd be certain to steer clear
of all the needy men
all the guys i've ever met
they turn out just the same
clingy, jealous, self-possessed
a different face, a different name
if i could find the one i love
upon the midnight hour
the one to let me be myself
to free me from my tower
then i could find real peace and joy
and be forever true...
but how am i to say, sweet friend,
that the one i seek is you?
©1999 Kim Shaver
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