East.Side.Back.Street

Let love be real, in giving and receiving,
without the need to manage and to own;
a haven, free from posing and pretending,
where every weakness may be safely known.
Give me your hand, along the desert pathway,
Give me your love wherever we may go.
Still be my friend, my critic and my lover.
Don't make me change,
don't let me strange,
But let me grow.

Let love be real, not gasping or confining,
the strange embrace that holds yet set us free;
that helps us face the risk of truly living,
and make us brave to be what we might be.
Give me your strength when all my words are weakness;
Give me your love in spite of all you know.
Still be my friend, my critic and my lover.
Don't make me change,
don't let me strange,
But let me grow.

Let love be real, with no manipulation,
no secret wish to harness or control;
let us accept each other's incompleteness,
and share the joy of learning to be whole.
Give me your hope through dreams and disappointments;
Give me your trust when all my failings show.
Still be my friend, my critic and my lover.
Don't make me change,
don't let me strange,
But let me grow.


Love between friends, between our family members and love between our partners.
Be inspired.