What's stopping you yow?

In the dead of the night
Or the midst of the winter freeze
At the loneliest hour of the day
And by the loudest street by the highway,
It is the thought of you,
that keeps me bright
gives me the warmth of sunlight
and gives me the calm
and quiet
to keep going on.

And so
I must ask
once again
for the hundredth time
Or perhaps more,
what,
love,
is it that
stops you,
that keeps us
apart?

Let's
Just
make
things
happen,
and
do
away
with
the
uncertainty.