this sweetness of your lips,
you are saved by your enlightening
love.
even your hate,
come from love.
you flagellate
the heat straight from my
rigid devious bone to bring me up
rather than down.

tear down my vice,
and I would still **** your innocence
within my undeserving needed respite;
like a vampire,
a monster at my own right -a human at best, yet I cursed and blessed to believe in your light.

God designated me as above so below.
so, I crawl to highest mountain with broken body to even capture a fraction of your image.

i won't love you
until your love
not come
out of hate.
i can't change
that in you.
there is a choice-
and you have
made it.