Bright

We are slaves to our thoughts & followers of our wills.
Love works by faith.
I want to serve your heart & worship in your love, not out of fear, but out of pure admiration.

I am not an angel, angels don’t feel love like this.
I am not a saint, what little good I’ve done never seems to be good enough.
I am human, I’m flawed & incapable of being perfect or satisfied.
I aspire to be a better human being.

Sometimes I lose sight of what I am.
I lose the person that I strive to be for you.
My foibles & fetishes run free & leave me chasing fever dreams & lovers past.
I try to stay bright so that I can speak to your eyes.
I want to be the first to open your eyes to a new way of living.
If I am the last, don’t let me go out without a fight.

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