Description
From Chapter 40, “Knowing,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
Your Loves The One invites you into a moment of quiet reflection, exploring the delicate balance between hope and hesitation in love. It gently acknowledges the vulnerability that comes with opening your heart while honoring the protective scars earned along the way. Listening to it offers a warm reminder that uncertainty is part of caring deeply, and that choosing love is a brave act, even when the path isn’t clear. It’s a tender, honest companion for anyone standing at a crossroads.
Lyrics
It’s dangerous to be known this way,
To have you see what I never meant to show.
You say you’ve known me all along,
That’s what scares me most.
I learned to keep my distance clean,
Never let a man know where I’ve been.
Walls don’t ask, and walls don’t leave,
They don’t make promises I have to believe.
But you don’t push, you don’t take,
You wait while my defenses shake.
You standing back shouldn’t reach me,
But it does, and that frightens me.
Maybe your love’s the one,
The one I was never meant to run from.
Maybe your love’s the one,
The one that reaches right to my soul.
I don’t know how to trust it,
I don’t know how to run.
Maybe your love’s the one,
Maybe your love’s the one.
You wrote about hunger, and I understood,
How wanting can ache without making demands.
But hunger can turn, hunger can blame,
If I’m not enough, who carries the shame?
If I let you close and something breaks,
If I give too much and your heart changes shape,
What’s left of me when the dream comes undone?
What’s left of me if your love’s the one?
Maybe your love’s the one,
The one I was never meant to run from.
Maybe your love’s the one,
The one that reaches right to my soul.
I don’t know how to name it,
I don’t know how to run.
Maybe your love’s the one,
Maybe your love’s the one.
Almost feels safer than having it all,
No kiss, no claim, no farther to fall.
But I already miss you when you’re not there,
Already feel you everywhere.
Wanting you and trusting you
Are two different things to do.
One is fire beneath my skin,
One means letting someone in.
You don’t want pieces, you don’t want a show,
You want the part of me I don’t want to show.
Not just the beauty men think they see,
But the hidden place I call me.
Maybe your love’s the one,
The one I was never meant to run from.
Maybe your love’s the one,
The one that reaches right to my soul.
I don’t know how to trust it,
But I don’t know how to run.
Maybe your love’s the one,
Maybe your love’s the one.
Maybe someday I’ll be brave enough
To believe there’s safety in love.
Maybe your love’s the one.
