You say I am a childish believer
In an overly sweet, candy type of love
But if you said my hair resembles gold
And my lips look like they taste of wine
Maybe I would be kissing you now
And call your strong hands mine
Instead you pretend…
That my presence doesn’t remind you
Of that innocent, childlike love
And you choose to be ashamed
But our childlike nature is a gift
As is our ability to love
To play
To be sweet
To be kind
So, maybe…
I could change your mind?
Maybe you can open up
And let that sweetness flow
Maybe you can say a few kind words
And see my face start to glow
Bacause all I wait for
Are moments of kindness
Moments of sweetness
Moments of innocence
Moments of pure, liberating love
So come to me
When you see that all that shame and shyness make no sense
Come to me when you are ready
For this innocent, pure, childlike love
For sweetness
That is locked in my lips
For gentleness
That I carry in my hands
Spirit of Tara 