Listen to the emotion
burn like a potion inside
Feel it move without notion
and go through the motions
leaving you more broken than whole.
For it comes from
love abused, love scorned
love that adorns the weak
who accept its veneered deceit.
Cast this beast of false affection down
into the pit from where it was found.
and let your own heart,
your own beauty, sound
for true love to hear.
What light these eyes have felt
Until my soul received the King
I was blind of spirit; blind of sight.
I walked like a shadow in sinful shroud,
awaiting Death to meet me.
Hope and I, like bitter rivals,
never saw fit to reconcile.
Peace and love,as estranged spouses,
kept their distance.
For I was lost.
Trapped in ever rising waters
on a raft
about to sink.
That is… till
the King’s touch of mercy brought
sight to my lids and light to my heart,
taking me back to shore.
Then what form the
blindness hid revealed its awful beauty
and grace and I retook our vows.
For a touch from the King is a touch of life, a light that never fades