my love
tell me, whats 
on your mind

tell me
how you feel

Tell me
what is real
to you

tell me 
your sweet dreams

tell me 
your nightmares

covet
in me
a box 
for pandora
prayers

pour into me
I receive you in grace

and pour into you
with consistent pace

passing through love
like we pass through time

love of mine
all of mine,
love

an offerance
from above..

*With that she lays herself in his palms 
and prays, 
and waits
for him 
to clasp them together 
in firm receipt.*