I do not trust my form,
to act as an adequate vehicle to carry my Love for You.
It aches with decadence and decomposition.
Skins cells flake in exhaustion,
Hair follicles abort out of fatigue
Finger nails and toes nails crack , peel and tear.
Bones creak in warning,
Muscles retreat in lethargy
Skin hangs, falls and sags.
So I place my Love in the sun,
So that I may continue to adore you in everything,