Let me start by writing a scripture in your eyes so you can see me as a blessing.
My love, my forgiveness, my patients, I need you to dwell in it.
What goes between these lines now to make you understand?
Must I rewrite this repeatedly and make my demands?
Ok, let me take all of you in and accept you for who you are.
Let me put my selfishness aside to make you my star.
Let me say “it’s ok” a thousand time over.
Let me not hold grudges that will make your body soar.
Let me wait until you are sure,
Then let me leave when I have to go.
I’m gonna write a poem and name it lost mountain,
cause my love is so big and you have not found it.