Father,
please hold her heart,
before i ever get the chance
to hold her hand

please fix her broken pieces,
for i am insufficient at doing so
on my own

please shower her
in the rain of Your love,
for i cannot do the same

please let her be content
with You alone,
for You know i will never be enough

please dry her every tear,
before i get the chance
to do so myself

please show her Your perfection,
for i will never, ever
measure up

please catch her,
so that she knows
how to fall for me.

The moment I saw you,
a thousand unwritten poems
danced their way into my mind;
I compiled everything I wrote down
into a library, but it was not enough
to contain the sufficient words.
And so I burnt all the books
that were gathering dust on the shelves;
long-forgotten, expired tomes,
ghostly reminiscences of lovers past.
I watched the flames that licked them up
dance in my eyes,
like the way you danced into the empty
crevices of my worn out heart,
asking me to take your hand,
and follow you into the unknown.