You say, "if it's a possibility in the cosmos,"
I say; "GOD willing."
You say that you love me
I only used to
I'm broken
Heart torn to shreds
Bleeding
Falling
Lost. Confused. Help.
You say that you love me
I only used to.
A year ago, I have you a precious gift
My heart to hold -- to protect
You gave it back.
Here, it lies Shattered --
In disrepair
And now, you seem to ask, "how much pain
can you bear?
Give me your heart,"
You whisper to my soul --
Those blue eyes, if I had only known
That I would fall
So hard
So fast
For the blue-eyed boy who put me last
"The cosmos," you say
"GOD willing," for me
Can our love overcome
The past?
The pain?

GOD helped me forgive
Tell me, what did the cosmos teach you?

"Give me your heart," you whisper,
"I'm filled with regret, because, now, I can see, that the cosmos made you for me."

Except, GOD made the cosmos.
You see,
I'm afraid of You and me
Afraid of
What
may be

We're not the same --
I don't drink, swear or smoke -- I read my Bible every night -- I am not ashamed.
I BELIEVE IN HIM
And that's not going to change.

But, can I love you?
On something as simple as a whim?
Can love break down the walls
That we've built ourselves in?
What about the differences?
The pain that keeps me at bay?

Will you promise to take it away?

"Give me your heart," you whispered into my soul, "GOD willing, I'll give it back whole."