My heart. it calls to you
With the only words it knows
In a language it does not command.

Your heart. it challenges my calling
Makes me worthy of my desire,
And hears the meaning of what I couldn't say.

A warrior. I face the world
But you know the fears I feel,
And make me stronger by your knowing.

A wise man. I see the hand of destiny
But you know I can't know all,
And your faith is my faith in myself.

A fool. I did not see
The source of love is fragile,
Yet somehow stronger than I dared hope.

And whether open and caring,
Or clenched and angry,
Your hands hold my heart.