the love I have for you begins
with you frustrating me beyond belief
and my wretched self is weak;
I love the things about you that I cannot explain
and yet
my curse is my constant pursuit of some explanation.

I love you especially in your fragile honesty
I fight for that honesty every minute
it's so beautiful that it winds me
and in your gaze is something so ancient
I fear it's power.

Unhinged and undone
your arms are the strongest most potent form of salvation
and am I readily absolved?
am I guilty or pious?
I find I am desperate for redemption...

But I love you despite my desperation
I love you with every molecule of my broken down soul
It hurts, it hurts like nothing else
I love you and I do not like it