Lost In Search Of Hope

But I have never recognised one least not until he sent me you and then, I felt His emanations. Trembling like the morning dew then my hearth drowned overrun every sweated tear dropped in that subtle-movement called me out. At the broken edges of sameness hands bleeding, clutching broken-glass I give to you my heart, shameless faithless, lost in search of hope, yearning for that one remote - perhaps, perchance you too will disrobe. Bear your soul; naked as a spring lamb, that I might lay down my life sacrifice all I am as a man. And find a woman equal a wife in this and the afterlife two halve made one, coequal.