Him
There is something about
him, a certain grace that
I lack, a certain grace
that I long to make mine.
I trust his every word,
my life is in his hands,
Why do I trust him so?
he will belong to me.
I hang on every word
he says, it is as though
I am in a trance when
he utters a single word.
My heart quickens at
the thought of him, when
I see him, it is as though
my calm has turned him
Away, or is it just me?
he does not love me…