but my heart is still weary

but the heart
is still weary.

though drawn into you,
new beauty
setting into my soul
like the sun at dusk

fear becomes part
of the laughing streets.

for,
love is rising
in the midst of pain living
just around the corner

yet,
i choose to take pleasure
on your smiles,
on the shadows
around your black hair,
on your refreshing sweetness
when you talk

but the heart
is still weary
and the fear on the streets
and the pain around the corner
become the setting
of this new love rising