age old love

when i can't breathe

i read the love story you wrote for me,

combing through the picture it paints

of a saviour desperate to love 

a girl wrecked with despair.

i read it and weep

i read it and ask;

"is it still for me?"

"do you still want me? love me? choose me?"

when i am lost & in need of finding,

i read the love story you wrote for me

i sit in the seat of the beloved

and drink of the cup you poured for me