I ain’t no saint, my love is not selfless
it needs something from you
it needs you to accept, questionless,
everything that I have to offer you:
my waking thoughts, my hopes, my dreams,
my life force, my consciousness streams
‘But why me?’ I suppose you’d like to know
I’ll be honest and tell you so:
I want to love a mere mortal
with such reckless abandon
that only for God, everyone reserves
as if, it’s something only He deserves
I want to know giving
I want to know surrender
I want to lose myself
in loves’ glorious wonder
I can keep you oblivious of this emotion,
because I need no reciprocation
just stay my muse, my inspiration,
so that I may know true devotion
not to some abstract Universal soul
but through this concept of you that I behold.
Why does everyone fall in love?
I say it’s selfish to try to be selfless.
Through you, I want to rise in love,
to a place where I’m utterly defenseless.