You preside over my manor.
Surviving on your affections.
Your supply so limited that I cannot stand
I merely crawl upon this crumbling ground,
Reaching, grasping for reassurance
Swiftly I’m upon my face.
Surely you’ll offer your hand to rise
But, you’d leave me seated.
And you’d say,
“I can only give so much”
But, I fail to find my limits.
And I’ll admit that I’d drink up your persistence
Like some drunkard you would detest.
Yet, you provide just enough
To always leave me desirous
And whilst I’m craving for you I fear
And though I do…
I cannot allow myself to need you.
The nature of this love is such
Rendering one in disbelief
Blinded by your radiant smile
And deafened to every noise but your words.
You are King in my world
Though seemingly forever out of my station…
I’ll always worship you.