Hidden Capacity

Yesterday, we met.

For the first time, we actually spoke to each other.

How long have we been together?

And yet,

            yesterday was the first time

            we showed what we might be

            deep down inside,

            (if you had only let me see).

 

Why all the intrigue - why the mystery?

My every-second thought is yours.

Let yourself trust in me

            now and then.

 

It's too hard not to let feelings go below,

under the mountainous ice-cap that only shows

            a very small part of itself.

 

The next one that comes along in my life or yours

            will be lucky,

            (If there ever is someone else for me).

The way I feel, right now, I've no hope you see.

 

But let tomorrow take care of itself -

            why worry?

The future is there - we don't know what's to be.

 

Do you think you could find it in your heart

            to love me - just a little?

Show a third of your hidden capacity

            and I'd be happy.                                                         

We are fractions of a second in Eternity.

You and I aren't important

            except to ourselves.

Let life be.

 

Let love be yours and mine.

Here and now.

Don't worry about how hard you fall,

            I'm already there.

 

I don't even know

            (because you hide things so well)

 

Whether you care.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 1971