Becca of My Being

Our dark eyes & filthy hearts unqualify us to claim the Beloved’s love. In spite, a poetic attempt to approach the Beloved.

Hey the Becca of my being
And the pulse of my vein
O the Conqueror of hearts
Of the master of worlds

I know commit I a grave sin
Love you when I maintain
For, my heart: filthy sans faith
And my eyes: dark sans light

Hey my Beloved.
My veins and blood
My garden
My rose-red

To claim your love in return
Be the dream I cherish inane
Yet, I seek your generous excuse,
To brag my pain for little ease

Tongues thousands sparse
Books billions too scarce
To define and describe your love
Humanity may be born twice

Unqualified am I for your praise
Underserve I your love.
Unable to argue my case
Unmask may I your name?

Aug 27 2019. Edit Sep 2024