My Expression

I cannot, will not love you any more
The way I loved you many years ago
When I was younger. There are things I know
Of which I was so ignorant before
That I loved freely. If I could restore
My innocence, my open heart would show
In my expression: a soft smile, warm, slow,
The air of willingness that I once wore.

I love you now, but not the way I did
When I was younger. There are things you've done
That changed the way I love you. You have run
When I was hoping you would hide, and hid
When it was time to run. When others bid
You to silence, then war should have begun.