The love I need
The love I plead for
Cannot come from one like me.
I strain to see your
Love; how can it be for
Everyone, and still for me?
Too much, more than I can understand
Or grasp with my feeble mind--
Fragile.
Unstable.
So I try to find the love
I need on my own terms.
And words, conversations stick in my head.
Words never said
But entwine me in daydreamed fantasies . . .
All because I still can't see.
Why can't I sense
The thick embrace of your arms?
Why am I still stuck seeking warmth
From outside?
Not even--just the exterior in my mind--
I've tried, Lord;
I've tried.