It Is True Love

As we awoke to the coming of another day,
and arose, stand, stumble til our feet found strength.
Of what last night took place,
we are not certain,
for it was dark,
and light pierced our eyes when we withdrew the curtain.
Bright and sharp, the pain our flesh circumcised.
What sin?! What darkness?! What Evil?! near us abides...
That the darkness gives us comfort,
and the shower shame subsides
So the soap and the scum make up subsidiary shame,
now what could make every pleasure feel like pain?
what makes a smile seem like a smirk this way?
what makes our spirit lose everytime our hands gain?
what happened last night to arouse our suspicious this day?

we clothe ourselves yet still feel bare
and fill our bellies, but still be filled with air
and beckoned our buddies
only finding no one there
and we try so very hard
yet still we do not care?
Blast, we cannot win. Blast, we only lose.
For it is we, our hands, and feet, that give way to darkness chose.
as long as we be captain,
as long as we steer ship,
our awaking,
the dawn breaking,
will pain both of our hips.
So letting go,
we gain,
redemption, rinsing stains
genuine smiles, we pray
and every touch, every pleasure,
every breathe, in every measure,
with you my favorite, my only treasure
letting go, i win forever.
lest, we try and thus be severed,
lest, we care and touch never,
lest, we seek, and find folly, clever
we be to open our arms, saying whatever
and gaining that which we loved
only if we love it with the love of heaven.