Once again He eludes me
Shows no mercy or cares that I must rise early
Without Him the day is long and I dreary
His sweet embrace again promised to me
I cannot run nor flee, so I wait ever so patiently
Awaiting, longing for us to become we
My mind in flux and heart off key
Come forth, come now
I beg of Thee
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms