priscilla's chronicles

Dear love,

On the outskirts of these feelings,

Far far in quiet reason,

there’s a way for you&I to love each other right.

You’ve told me who you are.

& I’ve seen your lofty way of life,

those encumbering creeds of God, you promised to keep.

You said If I am to love you,

I ‘d have  to carry them too,

I'd have tiavel on the narrow road,

and rely in the object of your complex extremes.

I think I love you,

 love you enough to tame unholy arousals,

And seek with you,

the vague splendour that hovers

somewhere up there, in the blue forever,

so my dear

divide then, your heavy yoke,

& let me feel the weight of your God upon my conscious.

instruct my eyes to river Jordan,

so I may cleanse the murky window

& behold the paradise at which you aim.

and I will fall to my knees,

weeping perhaps like an awkward convert,

as I realise in holy waters, salvation is in the midst.

& then on, everything I feel for you,

Will no more be an obsession over a fragility I can abuse,

It will be a genuine appreciation

of beauty from a thousand heavens above,

& I’ll  dignify this kiss to you with a promise,
& love you right the way God intended,

And anchored deeply in my heart,

Will be my love,

For you and the power that moulded you.

Wait for me,

Wait for me, & I’ll do right by you.

 

Dear Lord,

wean me from fleeting eros,

so I may love her right.

of this much, my sweet darling deserves…