Starting 
every verse
 in identical fashion
breaking up
the thoughts 
we share
in our sentences.  
I can only wish
to be loved
by the one
true one
who loves the most. 
It can happen 
at any time really
it’s a wish 
that’s been wished
a thousand times before
the title was ever lost.  
I’ve seen words
whispered 
to backs of hands. 
I swear 
nothing’s more 
beautiful than
You
in your 
praying position. 
Always down
on broken knees
to palms
hands are folded 
properly 
of course. 
Use your mouth
to chant the whispers 
you want to have happen. 
Call and summon the one
you need in front of you
to satisfy the ache
building slowly
up underneath.