I constrain in my hands

What You can carry for me

Forgive me.

For I compare Your hands to those of men

That let slip this fragile treasure

We so readily give.

I have likened Your loving eyes

To the lust I have come to accept

Man has become my god

And I, his burnt offering.

Yet this is not the love You promised

This is not the sacrifice

Your love displayed.

We chart our own ways

And follow our wandering eyes

Then curse You when

Our lust no longer serves its purpose

And we remain broken, burdened and bitter

Stalwart soldiers in a battle of love

But no more.

Reflection serves no purpose

If it has no effect in reality

So here I am

Giving You my heart again

And knowing that You know

Therefore You know best

I will no longer fight love

For I cannot fight You.

Published by alexiima

Life's a party in a sunflower field. Even when we wilt, we are beautiful to behold.

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