Anything But Love

Sara Messenger © 1992

To think that I fought it
With so much resistance
To think that I held him
At such a distance
To think that I might never have known
I thought I’d always be alone
But my heart has grown
To think of his spirit as my home

To think that I doubted his word
To think that I listened but never heard
To think that I denied it a name
But it increasingly became
Harder to explain how this could be
Anything but love

And I was running along on empty
Always wondering why
It sometimes seemed
Trouble was following me
To lose again was more
Than I could bear
I told myself I didn’t care

To think that I was one
He had to persuade to think that he
Loved me when I was afraid
To think that I forgot how to bend
I like to think a heart can mend
Now I can’t pretend that this could be
Anything but love