i would rather...

i would rather spend my time getting my hands dirty in adventure with you,

than to spend it pampering and preserving hands that were made to turn rough as we use them to create.

i would rather spend my kisses on you,

a young thing, so full of dreams and possibilities,

than to mourn those old familiar things, that linger with me in quiet

mornings and fearful nights.

i would rather hold you prayerfully and remember how he held me.