To you.

I have a fear,
And its easy to see,
And ever so clear,
It has to do with you and me.
Oh how I love you,
So much I can't tell.
But its your due,
That short of I have fell.

You deserve so much more,
A man who is not so lustful,
A man who is not scared at the core,
And who you can trust in full.
I have wronged you,
And I admit I want to wrong you again,
But that won't do,
Cause what would worse is your shame,
Shame in me for what I've done,
Shame in me for how things are,
But we all must have our fun,
Though in us it will scare.
Shame.
In how I live,
In how I act.
In all to me you give.
I owe you ten fold stacked.
Shame.
Stacked in hundreds of flavors.
And I must beg,
Beg for forgiveness of behaviors,
In me happiness and despair play tag,
And it is you that will suffer,
Shame,
And above my head your love hovers,
But still its all the same.

But I fear I will loose you now,
I can feel it in my bones,
And hear it from above,
And if this is time for the actors bow,
And if for my sins I must atone,
Then remember my love.