Chances Are

If I grew
to care for you,
chances are – you’d leave.
And if I tried
not to hide,
chances are – I’d bleed.
If I dared
to let you share,
chances are – I’d lose.
And if I wished
it’s me you missed,
chances are – no use.
If you wonder
if I ponder,
chances are – I do.
And if you pray
for a way,
chances are – I love you.

5-13-89 Written by Gail Brookshire (by the grace of God)
Anthoni’s 1st bday 🙂