When I craved (Knew)

Only You

I love the pain of you

so careless with a fragile truth

wishing to much is my curse

to be granted with what is believed

to be simple things such as your

presence, voice, and opinion . . .

is immensely more, than anything

I could ever imagine or find in all my years to come

but I am not

worthy

of such wishes,

undeserving

of such fantasies,

I am sure there is no way I can be allowed your

perfection,

so I simply wait and assist when ever you can find a

use for me,

I live to serve you . . .

till I am no more.