I could cut it out,
I could.
What good does a heart do,
Loving you.
I see your face,
And it beats faster.
I hear your voice,
And faster still she beats.
You touch my skin
And this infernal cage
cannot contain her.
You kiss my lips
and all is still.
Of all the things I have to give.
She fights furiously to be with you.
She does not sleep but thinks of you.
What good are bread and water
When all she craves is you?
She does not sleep, she will not eat,
But only dreams of you.
In the image of a God
You were made
And god she worships you.
The floor you tread
Is holy ground.
The words you speak
Are psalms she sings.
In you she is lost
And in you she is found.
It is not to me that she belongs.
I could cut it out,
I could.
What good is a heart,
Loving you.
What good is a heart,
when it is all consumed.