my love for thee

my love for thee
lies hidden neath this
ancient war-worn armor

this weary soul cries out
for deep surrender
yet a burning primal fury
screams out for blood

all ye holy sages
of the ages
i humbly pray
that these eyes so blind
with prejudice and pride
might be cleansed
through your blessed tears

so that the raging war
within this battered breast
may come to know
a final lasting peace

and my love for thee
will be all there is to see

amen