I love you, but I'm not in love with you. I want your friendship minus your desire. I would not lead you falsely or betray you. I feel the tenderness, but not the fire. I have no reason for my lack of yearning, No explanation for what I don't feel, No other love to whom I might be turning, No anguish to suggest this isn't real. Passion is a horse that knows no master, And I cannot with fences make it stay. It must run free towards daylight or disaster, Awake to glory in no other way. So I must say what you don't want to hear, But it's a truth that both of us must bear. |