Description
From Chapter 28, “Lust,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act I: Love Awakens.
Belle sees the injustice done to Aaron and that’s reflected in what she sings: "You don’t demand, you never press, you don’t command a lover’s access.” The Gate invites us into a space where love is patient and free, untouched by demands or fear. It gently reveals the strength found in quiet presence and the grace of allowing someone to choose their own path without pressure. Listening may remind us that love can be steadfast and liberating, holding space for truth and vulnerability without rushing or control. It’s a heartfelt call to trust in the beauty of waiting and the quiet power of acceptance.
Lyrics
They called it danger, called it all wrong,
Put love on trial for waiting too long.
Spoke as if fear was holy ground,
But truth stayed quiet, safe, and sound.
They see a shape they can’t explain,
Reduce it to sin, that’s their claim.
They warn me not to be a fool,
Pretend they know what’s real for you.
You don’t demand, you never press,
You don’t command a lover’s access.
You stand there and just let me be,
Stillness here is what terrifies me.
Call it patience, call it grace,
Call it love that knows its place.
You don’t reach, you don’t pursue,
You just stay, and let me choose.
I’ve known greed dressed as need,
Hands that grab more than they plead.
You see cracks and don’t despair,
You don’t rush in to repair.
You don’t confuse control with care,
You don’t demand I meet you there.
You guard my freedom like it’s gold,
And trust me more than I can hold.
How can one claim you’re called to lust,
When surrounded by more than enough.
I see those willing to kiss your feet,
How does one hunger amongst a feast.
I stare to see what you can see,
Why you don’t turn away from me,
Then I look down, avert my eyes,
Afraid of truth I can’t deny.
You’re not a fire meant to burn,
Something holy sent to warm.
You love me still, no matter what,
I fear how that opens me up.
I thought love asked for proof or skin,
Or went its way from wearing thin.
But you just stay, no strings, no plea,
Like something calling quietly.
Final Line
And maybe it’s not just you who waits,
Maybe it’s God, opening the gate.
