Sunday, April 26, 2015

4:16

The son has yet to rise and still
I am here

I've never been one to wait 
Always been one to weigh 
The cost and value of you
And though I wish for more 
I value what has come and though I had anticipated more 
I thrive

The inconsistency you brought me taught me fact 
Actions over words, you affirmed that 

And you confirmed the base of me 
Never had I questioned the worth of me 
Until you stood, solid, surprised and evaluated that which I was before you 

Your tongues
Murmuring softly in pythagoream,
No matter what you believe you gained, you lost
Substitutes understood small quantities of the love I have for you

And I crave you, still 
And you know not, still

I owe you more of me but this will have to do