if ever my Lord,
i am able to express in eloquent words.
how much i know i need you,
how much i want to praise you;
how much i am grateful.
i am not as lucid anymore,
a part of me went along the way.
i am seeking you to set me free,
burn my heart aflame;
remind it again of its genesis.
my healing balm only you are.
meanwhile,
you express my deepest thoughts in beautiful poetries.
even when i couldn't,
your will is done -
in the quiet yet wildest songs of love.
so i will sing your praise,
when my own words fall short.
i will rise and wake,
sing of your love.
till my breath runs out.
for i don't have much left in me,
but i know you have all of me.
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