Father,
I am so full and yet empty,
for my desire gushes as if I have nothing.
Full of rich love all the world seeks to buy
- yet no funds will accomplish its purchase.
Empty because I find my heart moving to extend
and stretch for another,
one more sound from fondness
that rings of dripping irresistible weakness
that
lays me before my vow
to give it all for such a drink.
Poppa from on High,
I am partial to Your love that feels my heart
and answers
yes
to all my
searches.
I have no sense of its worth
for
I have nothing of equivalence
to make comparison.
The sight of such love
seizes my emotions
to
speak sounds only the eyes can utter;
only actions can come close
to mirror its
pounding intrusion.
I run to its
persuading consumption
so that void only means I want more.
The influence of such love gives
charm
the
fascinating entrance
for my heart to indulge
in its treat to pamper my thoughts
with private secrets of affections.
Clothing me with its wardrobe
of unprofessed love premeditated for only
me.
Innocent honest love
that is simple
and untouched
as it trustingly
unlocks intimacy to my exposed heart yearning.
Uncluttered thoughts fixed upon loves opinion
as its song dangles deep within,
my value.
My soul waits for the change
as history proves loves copious makeovers
from each encounter.
