True Love

[excerpt]

I didn't want you to feel pain

Just hoped that it would rain

So I could bring my umbrella

And watch your sadness drain

I didn't want you to feel worse

I just wished to be there first

In the oceans or the desert

So I could quench your thirst

I didn't want to make you bleed

Just wanted you in need

So you could turn to me;

It wasn't out of greed

[continue reading in the magazine]