Okay love, here’s the deal

You can pull the trigger 
To make my heart feel
The ache held in every puff of ciggar meal

But the ammo I gave,
you didn’t fill; a hidden term of your part of the deal

Is that how love suppose to be, to keep the pain of the past all sealed? 

He showered her with roses
Yet her love was never tailored

He showered her with roses 
She cared for it till it wilted

He showered her with roses
When lilies were actually her favourite

It had always been you,
Still you and always you.

A term of you that meant I could never do without,
At least thats what I thought.

Or maybe just what my heart could only bought. 

But for You, my Lord, I’ll be patient.

Even if they would shower me in gold to feed my desire,
Even if it meant to lose and falter in my worldly attire,
As for You, my Lord, I’ll be patient.

Even if it takes forever in this world’s clock,
Even if it meant to never answer a past love knock,
Because for You, my lord, I’ll be patient.

For I’ll be patient and graceful in my temporal fought;
Just for you, my Lord.

For you, a thousand times over. 

Even after the thousandth,

I’ll do it all over again

Even if it takes the time of a thousands of mine. 

She told The Maker of Hearts about you.
She missed you.
She needed you.

But she asked Him for strength,
To let go if you’re not written for her,
To remove the attachment in her heart for what’s not meant for her,
To Put you in His Hands; His Love and His Mercy.

For only The Maker can love you more than she ever could.