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With every tear I die a thousand deaths The pain of a million broken hearts How can eyes that feel such joy At the mere sight of her Well such pain in her honour? Such perfection can bring only bliss Or emotional torment Sadly the latter plagues me I gaze skyward Not to evoke some holy divinity But to find something that compares To the extent of my longing How far would I have to go To make her see That without her I am nothing? Just a shuddering mass of useless flesh How many times would I have to die In her name Protecting her Unknown to her Unsuspected Before she will revive me? What storms? What tests of faith must I endure In my quest for her Before I am rewarded the prize? How many more heartbeats Coursing pure heartache through my being Must I calmly bear To secure a place in her temple? With each swing of the cutting pendulum My leaden heart grows heavier Dragging me to my knees Before the goddess of my heart To exalt my beloved angel How many acts of devotion Must I submit to In admiration of her angelic graces Before she will grant me a place At the table of her emotion? The pain of fruitless adoration Of freedom tasted but turturously ripped away The pivot upon which my future is hinged Speaks a resoundingly certian "Maybe" I have weathered the tempest of doubt in her And now I stand in the midst Of the drought of my longing for her And yet my parched throat rasps still Extolling her praise What demons must I exorcise from my life Before my heart can be considered pure enough To kneel before the altar Of the one I deify and idolize She is the one who I adore More than life itself I cherish the chance to worship her And delight in passionate adulation of her name And yet sustain no hope Of finding freedom In her life-giving embrace My reverent head bowed And respectful eyes lowered Paying homage to my potential saviour There is no treasure I wouldn't sacrifice To feel the compassion To bask in the love Of which I know she is possessed And yet I wait for her To cast her holy eyes upon me To reward my devotion With a whispered promise Of a future paradise. |
My Fav Part How far would I have to go To make her see That without her I am nothing? Just a shuddering mass of useless flesh How many times would I have to die In her name Protecting her Unknown to her Unsuspected Before she will revive me? good job! ![]() | Posted on 2004-11-01 00:00:00 | by Cordell | [ Reply to This ] | |