In my heart full of doubt and grief, I remained faithful;
Faithful on my own terms and my own limits, that was.
Bouncing on streets of dark, you wait with eyes of a fearful;
Yet your heart was still and hopefully waiting, oh for that lost lass.
Thy heart fed on yours, envious of what you can feel;
For mine was nothing more but an organ.
More so, your patient soul led you here despite the bleeding as you kneel,
Still all I can see is everything tragic and forlorn, peace is only found in bones.
The days circled in, I surprisingly woke up with a beautiful lens;
Capturing your every beam, I wondered when has it been.
To see that perfectly carved face amongst the crowd, it makes no sense;
Could you have possibly turned me into a woman I myself have never seen.
I have known this once but thy memory is forgetful,
Introduced to something alike yet this one's full and insatiable.
He was doing nothing and yet he appeared purposeful,
Tell me, if you can feel, say and show love, will I be able?
If you could dissect my mind, you'll see you everywhere;
Diseased or mentally impaired, confused, but unafraid.
I'll take you in, bold and bare.
I love you baby, that's all to say.
