We were just children when I fell in love with you. I Remember the sky was deepΒ Β summer blue. The lake was blue Even the dragonflies that skimmed the lake water were blue. I was black and blue Stepfathers are not always kind.
You saw me sitting on the dock My feet hanging into the cool water I can feel your slim arm Fold over my shoulder And you're too blonde hair fell like my teardrops as it fell onto my back.
I fought back the tears That your small act of kindness. Dragged from my young eyes. I ached to turn and kiss you. To smell the freshness of the summer wind in your hair.
But the courage had been beaten from me. By him who stole the joy of my childhood. Replacing it with pain and violence.
So I sat quietly I am sorry I did not shout my love that filled my young heart so loud it would have carried Along the surface of the lake. all the way to the sea.
I wrote love poems to you But never sent them. And I let you move away without saying goodbye.
All My life through the years I have searched for the little fruit of sweetness and warmth You gave to me that day. The one we bit into until the juices drained down our shirts.
I will find it again. As I will find you. For I am now healed And my love for you Will be loud and clear As I shout it from the rooftops for the whole world to hear.*