Gladly I will go to the Gates of Hell
And back again, if you so wish:
But think, my love, before you agree -
It may not be as simple as this.
The road to Hell is paved with glass,
Wouldn't you rather I walked on grass?
The Gates of Hell are far away,
Wouldn't you rather I stay?
I would be gone for some time,
Wouldn't you rather be by my side?
But should I need to go so far or so long,
Just to keep you here where you belong?
Love should be a two way game,
With no balancing of guilt or blame -
So when we walk side by side,
There is no need to keep in step.
Just don't ask me to provide
Evidence of promises kept.
When has love been so solidly a thing,
That I need to prove my loving you?
And back again, if you so wish:
But think, my love, before you agree -
It may not be as simple as this.
The road to Hell is paved with glass,
Wouldn't you rather I walked on grass?
The Gates of Hell are far away,
Wouldn't you rather I stay?
I would be gone for some time,
Wouldn't you rather be by my side?
But should I need to go so far or so long,
Just to keep you here where you belong?
Love should be a two way game,
With no balancing of guilt or blame -
So when we walk side by side,
There is no need to keep in step.
Just don't ask me to provide
Evidence of promises kept.
When has love been so solidly a thing,
That I need to prove my loving you?
12 August 2015
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