The lines and links on your faces’ journey mean something to me
The route, the paths that cut through from lashes to chin
The highs of smiles upon cheek, the joys borne by smiling through lip rims
The lows of hanging heads, of jaws let down like your battered spirit
Your life is a treasure throve, a beautiful grove, a barely explored road
Not looked up, not viewed, not let to minister, to point the way ahead
But I look at you, feeling empty and without worth
The world is the little that I could give to let you be near me
Move oceans and reconstruct landscapes to make you see
Part clouds and drive back storms to unveil the truth
Fix the spot you stand upon, make the world’s sounds seem gibberish
Let your choices be, but make them be to you, what they truly are
My perception becoming yours
Opening up your eyes

I can only love you enough to make you see what blustering calm I bring
If only your hunt for comfort be laid aside this once, thenceforth
Give me your weary heart, your tearful face, your destroyed dreams
I gave you my life
What else couldn’t I give to see you truly joyful
All your world’s pleasures could sink in seas, could be gutted by flames, could rot and rust
Your very flesh could decay six feet deep days now or decades later
But your life is worth enough to me
Enough to seek you the world over
Till I find the way to your heart, and sweep your feet to commit to me
I will raise you up and above the world’s nothingness
You’ll find that you were made to last forever
In me.