I carry you on as if you're lightweight.

But you, you see me as a burden, 

as the ball and chain that is strapped to your ankle.

I look at you as if you are the balance that would balance me out. 

I look at you and I thank God for bringing you into my life. 

But you, you look at me as if I'm going to drive you out of your mind. 

You look at me and you wonder what the hell am I doing in your life.

I feel for you, from high skies to deep canyons. 

I give you all of me. 

You feel for me? Maybe? 

I'm not sure at all.

I see you as treasure, as precious, as wonderful. 

I see you as pillar, as comfort, as peace. 

I see you as friend, as partner, as lover. 

But you? I can't even begin to hope.

Would you see me as gold, as silver, as diamond? 

Would you see me as beauty, as compassion, as heart? 

Do you see me as friend, as partner, as lover? 

If so, why do I feel like anybody could take my place and be yours?

Many times I've said my heart belongs to you. 

Many times I've said my words are true. 

Many times I've said my wounds are bleeding. 

Many times I've said I'm okay when I'm not, not at all.

How many times do you need before I start to believe that love is not an option?