It Is, Only For You, To Decide

I tremble at your feet, with your toes.. This foot of grace, to my right, in the sand.. Little tributaries, attest to your loyalty, i would bath them in salted tears. Callus are they, whom ignore, the pleas that you, moan, in quite fixing a meal, i would feed you more of the same, that sustains you. I am the shoe, that comforts you, i am ignored only by your love, of others that you soul. I am the red that you leave, in my wake, to the sea, every day, to grow just, a little more, in my heart. that could please you. I would release you, from this burden, rest your foot upon me.......yet you must decide, i cannot, do it for you.