My love
I
tried to show
I tried to prove
But we
continued to rut
and deepen the groove
And instead of a canvas for two
we began drawing different pictures
Showing our perceptions, our fears
Speaking of hurtful creatures
And so where is the truth?
when old discoveries kept popping up
Where is the trust?
when things were kept hidden and locked up
That was when I looked behind
to see the lines in the sand
So I went back home
to my world and my land
I asked you to trust in me
To visit my land
To just cross the sand
To believe in me
have faith in me
To just give me your hand
For 2 years I tried your world
and for 2 weeks you tried mine
So is the proof in the pudding?
or is it found in the line?
So what is love
but just lines in the sand
As I stand at the first
Holding out my hand
Leo Atreides