It wouldn’t break a promise
It wouldn’t start a war
No one else would even know
What I’d be reaching for
It comes in quiet moments
A picture in my mind
No malice in its offer
Just a chance to drift this time
It doesn’t plead or threaten
It doesn’t wear disguise
Just gently draws my vision
From the fire in Your eyes
But love is where I anchor
Not in pleasure or escape
So I guard the space between us
With every breath of grace