The Day, The Hour, The Minute

I stand in front of your cross and ask thee what love is,
If love is, only an emotion- Is it not my hearts dove.
Is it not my morning star and evening sun-?
Is it not the reason love’s touch makes thee feel numb?
Do thou not feel pain when lonely!
Then love must not only
Be an emotion-
It must be the greatest devotion.

Love is the way I become whole-
The way the skin turns soft and embraces thy soul,
I know of such love.
It disrupts thy thought and closes my mind to her,
Leaving thee wanting to honor and serve.
Desperate is he who knows of no such word-
Consider thee desperate for I know of no such word.
Thy mouth opens (but I fear it will not be heard.)
Silent as the wicked dew,
(In addition, just as true)
Vigorous as lightning-
Large as your altar and just as frightening.

Tormented with hope-
(No longer able to cope)
Involved with question,
I beg of thou to give thee voice this session!
Allow thee to speak once more,
Strengthen thy weakened core.
I feel full of love and the need to share.
This silence (I fear) I simply cannot bare-
I turn thy back on this thought,
For this heart cannot be bought!

Pale is thy skin of light.
Such a heavy burden should not be held so tight-
Slowing the very soul, I hold so near,
Thy heart misses the days filled with cheer.
Do thou not have compassion for thy heart?
If so, then I shall depart-
Giving up thy only stability.
Thy indulgence seems wronged by reality,
Therefore, I have been wronged by life,
Thou have caused such strife,
For this, I ask thou of better movements.

One day- your congress- I will stand before-
I will knock on heaven’s door,
Shall you answer with tears or with pity-?
I reckon pity, which, I need no more,
And as I stand before thou,
Let thy mind speak of the love I found-
The love I will carry with thee upon your ground.
I will choose that day to explain thy grievance-
I will ask thou only of tolerance.
To adhere to the sound of laughter,
As I whisper of her.

Her kind gestures that engulfed thy ankles like the sea,
Tempted by the way she looked at thee-
Begging her to tempt me more,
To bury thy soul within her shore.
The day, the hour, the minute,
Moved so slow with her in it-
I became negligent.
Thy eyes were wide, filled with excitement.

Ah! Such beauty held these hands-
Love I now search for across the lands.
I know she was not mine to love,
Nevertheless, yours to bring above.
Now; however, her memory is fading,
Only reminding thee of aging.
I will not ask for her back on that day,
But the memory to fill thy head while I lay-
You are thy council and when thou told of love, I believed it,
I trusted it- I felt it,
I ask thou to forfeit as I stand before your cross-
The day, the hour, the minute
That moved so slow with her in it.