Wants II

Above all I want to look at you and see the love of Christ.

They don’t love you

Like a damsel in distress waiting a knight to save her,
You sit and hope they’ll notice you.

Wants

I want you. I want us. And I want Christ in the middle.

Your worst deceit

And the fool I am, I got drunk in that love. I danced in its rain and I basked in its light.

Tell me

That way I’ll know that you love me.