Here I stand
and raise a cross,
the alter of my love.
I will take
my final breath.
Here I'll kill
what hurts you most.
My mind is set
my cross is made.
Resolution's in my grasp.
This hammer,
heavy, strong, and sure,
will deal firm blows,
though each one kills.
I take the first nail
in my hand
and gaze upon its shape.
"Listening ear"
I call this nail;
it restrains me when
you speak her name.
I drive it in,
(oh, wicked sledge)
a drop of blood falls down.
My heart it quakes
with this first blow
but two more nails
do still remain.
The second nail,
"Advising lips"
is stronger than the first.
With it I still
my throbbing heart
while saying, "Take her,
she's the best."
One more blow,
I strike again,
another nail holds fast.
Wrenching pain;
I grit my teeth,
but victory
will come at last.
I now take up
my final nail:
"These hands send you away."
It leads you, gently,
to her arms
and watches
while you walk away.
My task is done,
the nails are in.
My heart is fastened to its cross.
I hang here,
bleeding, torn, and sore,
but this is how
I love you best.
I've crucified my love. |
Submission Name: Crucifying Love
