Love is fragile… and begging for me.
Will it grab for me… could it be so sweet?
What’s the secret if I run?
Could I be the only one?
I want to see just what you’ve had,
But I’m afraid it may be sad.
Why would I hold you if I know we’ll carry on?
It’s just a phase we all express before we’re gone.

9-28-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire