The One
One could decide to count the days as lost,as times to be regretted, best forgot,
best relegated down to vaults to rot--
but I will not.
For You were with me in those vague hours,
throwing myself down from tall towers,
heedless of a Truth behind the power--
a Love unsoured.
A Love in the shape of a man, no less,
covered in blood, but in Love He is dressed.
literally dying to hear me say, "Yes--
You've loved me best."
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