Description
From Chapter 83, “Holding Back,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
"And every dawn rewrites the score, I wake amazed, I love you more." Aaron has to face the truth. Although it's obvious Belle is not going to be with him, he could no more stop loving her than he could voluntarily stop breathing. The song invites us into a quiet space where love is measured not by urgency but by patience and grace. It explores the strength found in holding back, in honoring another’s happiness even when it challenges our own heart. It’s an embrace of love’s complexity, a calm reflection on the courage it takes to wait and trust without losing sight of what truly matters.
Lyrics
I thought the day my knees gave way,
Was the full measure love could lay.
Unconditional, fierce, and true,
Yet here I stand loving more of you.
And every dawn rewrites the score,
I wake amazed, I love you more.
You loved another, and I smiled,
My heart stayed honest, undefiled.
I won’t pretend it didn’t ache,
That blue can settle, not overtake.
But if you’re happy, I remain,
A willing bearer of that pain.
I’m holding fire inside my chest,
Not for myself, but for what’s best.
If loving you means learning how,
To wait… then that is love’s true vow
Love doesn’t lunge, it doesn’t chase,
It learns the discipline of grace.
If patience is the price I pay,
I’ll pay it still, come what may.
I hold the fire, steady, slow,
Because I love you, that I know.
I’m holding fire, growing strong,
It doesn’t weaken; it prolongs.
Each day it swells, each day it dares,
To ask how much one heart can bear.
Love waits when speaking would divide,
Love trusts the truth it keeps inside.
I hold it back, not out of fear,
But out of honor, standing here.
Love waits though shouting feels so right,
Love stays when silence bears its weight.
I fear the day the levee breaks,
When love outgrows the shape it takes.
So tell me plain, without disguise,
How much it matters if I rise.
I’m holding fire that wants the air,
A billion sparks betray my care.
One kiss could scatter all I am,
And leave me gone, no place to land
If love is proven by restraint,
Then this devotion earns its weight.
So I step back and bear the cost,
Of not possessing what may be lost.
Can a man in the morning, given a perfect bite,
Demand a banquet that same night?
Still there’s the flame… I’m holding the fire.
