God has always sent me angels
But I have never recognised one
Least not until he sent me you
And then, I felt His emanations.
Trembling like the morning dew
Then my hearth drowned overrun
Every sweated tear dropped in that
Subtle-movement called me out.
At the broken edges of sameness
Hands bleeding, clutching broken-glass
I give to you my heart, shameless
Faithless, lost in search of hope,
Yearning for that one remote – perhaps,
Perchance you too will disrobe.
Bear your soul; naked as a spring lamb,
That I might lay down my life
Sacrifice all I am as a man.
And find a woman equal
A wife in this, and the afterlife
Two halve made one, coequal.
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