both frail and forgetful

i have always been frail
weak, forgetful of your pretty words
that are backed up, insured at that
trustworthy bank.

i forget your embrace
with the passage of time,
and i leave behind my desires
when i feel you're not mine.

i shift as sand
that runs through your hand.

im as changing as the sea
and as fickle as the moon in the summer sky.

but there are those precious words
that speak for themselves
uttered though they are,
they tell all time and they
find the sublime.
im reminded of you
and of what i might be
when i take your hand
despite my fears and heart's demands
shifting as sand, i cringe and
i shiver, though you'd never
let me sink.

why the frailty, and why the indecision?
when the sun hits our faces
and the smile begins to grow
and we find those old traces
of the love we both know
i can stand it no longer
for i find once again
the love that i've had
that should never know an end.