Divine Intervention

The fact is

my love is an impossible task

like a half-assed look or glance.

Oh this must of meant

I wasn’t all that interested,

when in fact, my attention is yours.

Of course, I’ll do whatever

whenever I am forced

even if that meant

I’d have to use a pair of sterile hands

to crawl on the muddied floor.

Come super close,

if you want me still,

I can exclusively promise

to be exclusively yours.

Let my words draw you in

or so someone asks

how do I feel truthfully about you?

Contrary to love’s romantic theory

there is something about

having love to be earned.

A lifetime of carrying

all your devotion around.

Perhaps this unplanned encounter

is the divine intervention

all the prayers are about.

Bless us father

for the sin is equally ours

on this, our late night hour.

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