The Love I Have For Thee

My heart is heavy for the hour I asked the darkness to lend me loves enduring power From dawn to dusk I think of thee Should I pray to he who sits upon that heavenly thrown to set my spirit free I beg thee As I sit upon this dusty smoke stained asphalt, to let my heart be Showering the dark for fear of what the angels may perceive. Hear me now! I am not queen of virtues thieves. What I know is the sorrow love leaves Touch my lips before you go So profound that I should beg your puritan soul He who view the works of evil proudly stands before my world with arms open to me "This is the love of loves, that undying love, that is surely more than any other love could be. This is the love that you have for me, and I for thee." When the purple shadow creeps upon our parting, will this love that is the greatest love of loves still remain to be Or will the angels cast it in to the voraciousness of the raging sea Still the moon will capture its sweetness inside of me Holding my heart with bitter sweet anxiety Forever its hue remaining as a glowing presence inside of me Having more than life can offer to the softness or our love we will surely see "It is the love of loves that grows inside of me Then the stillness of this love of loves will tear the sureness of what dreams left of this love we are straining to be What is this love we can not let go of for fear of staining our souls with the aftermath of its agony This is the love I have for thee..