The Depths

The depth of my soul bleeds energy. The depth of my role bleeds responsibility. The depth of this realm bleeds captivity. The depth of lonesome bleeds a longing for love.

The depth of my intellect bleeds knowledge. The depth of my being bleeds for one— to live with, to love with, to befriend, to express, to burn with passion, to build and endure, to ride through storms, and to rest in peace beside.

She must be the one who infatuates and desires, loosely worships, yet freely surrenders, as I to her.

My mind is a winding road, awaiting her footsteps, and she, the lantern to light its curves.