Fiddler on the Roof

It'll take me some time me thinks to figure out how this thing really works...for instance, I just can't see my postings beyond Thursday on my home comp...can't figure it out exactly...refreshing my browser doesn't seem to help either...

Anyway, there were a couple of stuff I've been meaning to store away neatly for sometime now. It's been a while since I've made my peace with it; and now it's time to set it aside:

Let me not tell you any of this—
Let it just be that exquisite little pain.
Let it be my little treasure—just mine alone.
And your's, if you want it.

A little fire for me to burn in,
A little pain for me to hurt in.
But mine own.
Of mine heart alone.

Why do I love you the way I do?
Is it because of you—
Or is it me?
Because I need you to be free?

Oh yes you're my freedom.
Sweet and exquisite
Like searing fire that
Burns down and turns down just as quickly

But scars for life

That's my love,
My pain for you.
My own exquisite love
For you