Wednesday, 29 July 2015

love is a Promise

The greatness you so revere in me is naught but presumption. I am nothing. It is in the lull of our relationship, when all resource is exhumed, that I hastily retreat, for I am nothing.
 I am dwarfed by the greatness of your beauty. I am made nothing by the force of your generosity. I am weak when faced with your compassion. You are the true hero.

The pressure of having nothing when I see the expectation of something in your eyes is the sword that will lift my head with a crisp whisk.

 Out of all my emptiness, I offer you a promise, that when I once again own love, I will give it to you to repay all that I owe.

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