Loving and Leaving

I've seen women turn to girls over men they love so deep.

And I've seen girls turn to puddles on the ground.

And I've seen men be so gentle as to stroke their hair

And I wonder and I fanticize- what is it to be loved?

I've seen two turn to one with this thing

And I've seen two break away from this thing

As if it were a mystery to throw you in a trance

And two smile together and say "Let's take a chance."

Some see that to love is to commit,

But some think to love might mean to leave.

And some will leave and some will cleave

And some will die and some will cry.

They will blame it all on love.

I may leave this place and never really return.

I think it better to never love than to love and leave.

I may never completely return.

The voice that greets me every morning

And rocks me to sleep at night

Is the one that always cherishes

But never breaks away into the night.