The eye of my will is sometimes unseen. The why behind my own desires unknown to me.
I lived with a fear of bending my will, because you’d have permission to conquer me at will. If only I had bend my will to your lead. Then perhaps you could have shown your true self to me.
I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to live in doubt, to think each moment could I really love more. Feeling like no matter how much you willed, it was never enough.
If only I could heal your wounds in one simple touch.