I don't think you know
(how could you?)
that every time I see your
(oh so bright)
face, I hurt
(ache).
I hurt deeply
(in the pit-of-my-stomach)
because I know
(just like the rest)
that your eyes
(so lively)
do not shine toward me
(a one who loves you).
She may love you too
(time will tell)
but I knew you
(before This you)
first and better
(and worse. This is worse).
I want you to
(do I?)
know the pain you can
(without knowing)
cause with that smile
(and those tears).
Then you will discover the
(among other things)
power you hold over me
(I gave it to you).
I gave it to you
(so freely)
hoping, hoping
(hoping)
beyond most of the reasons
(which are several)
that those
(so full)
eyes of yours would see
(as I see you)
me and see truth
(and a woman)
and
(and a jewel)
wisdom and laughter
(and a helper).
And so you do see
(all of this, you've told me)
and marvel at my heart
(and my life)
and yet you've chosen
(another)
someone other than me
(oh, deep is that wound!).
How could you?
(And yet I abide)
I will rest
(wait)
and revel
(and sing)
in the reality
(the absolute truth)
of who I am, who I am
(apart from you, ever)
and Who my Father is
(He created me, enough).
You, dear, are not enough for me
(you are not He)
but you are desired by me
(yet not defined by me)
(He created you, enough).
So have your time and
(I'll surely have mine)
forget me not
(I am here)
Always.