i Run.
it's what i do
not a hobby, nor a pleasure

the monster is not under my bed, or in my head.
it is in my heart, all too deep
She chases me around, eradicating sleep

radiating fear, devotion, yearning
for attention
for water to grow

Yet I Run.

No More.

I will face the monster
Head to head, she will lose
But not in a vicious brawl.

For She is not a monster at all.
Merely a sheep i mentally imaged in wolf's clothing

I will show Her compassion
and accept Her gifts into my heart

Nerve-racking may it be
i will stay
forever and always

She is Love.
I will give her to You
and You to Me.