Oh, do I love too much?
My heart seeks you
as a moth is drawn to a flame
and is consumed in that hot fire.
Oh, how I long for you
as a man alone
upon the burning desert sand
longs for just one drop of water
to be place upon his tongue.
Oh, the things that seek
to keep me from you
are without number
as though they were some marching demonic army
marching to take this world
and bring it to its knees.
Oh, and onward they march
through the halls of my mind
to bring me such sorrow and pain.
Oh,  how I would rather
my life be lost
than see you like sand
slip through my fingers
and I am left
among the living dead
and my heart lies within
like some lonely dead thing.
Oh, I am forced ever on
by visions of you
Oh, by such a love impossible to resist
of a thing more of heaven
than of earth
I am driven  ever on
till in your arms I can rest
and rest forever more.