Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
but is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor even chaste, except you ravish me.

the flash of lightning
stalked by the rumbles of thunder

I never meant to bruise your heart with pain,
To steal away this happiness with haste.
Truth be told: I'd much rather feel than feign,
and all your love have longer gone to waste.
I stand conflicted, and I now am broke.
I'm at a loss for the words that I need.
How do I tell you that I can't devote
without the lost ability to mislead?
Over my head now looms what I fear to lose,
but what I'd prefer to let go than break.
To lead astray would be but to abuse,
what I want is not his pure heart to take.
Guilty conscience draws ever closer still,
What he needs me to be I can't fulfill.

Afraid I am to lose myself in you,
  Yet so bold and brash I am to love,
So tempting it is to pivot quick and run,
  Or flee on winged arm of dove.
So careful I am with where I place my heart,
  So cautious you are in how it's held,
No use it is, to pull myself back,
  To you, I find myself wholly compelled.
In you, I find fragments of myself,
  Lost forever, I had thought for so long,
In the crook of your elbow, I sleep,
  And I know that it's where I belong.