What I would sacrifice to see you smile
Laying myself empty and bare for your use
when will I ever be free from this trap of a wile
would real love recoil from such an abuse
I gave my due, thinking myself wise
I made you Caesar / god, and to my great surprise
my virtues become vice, seeking recompense
I worshipped on an altar, without forbearance
I don’t even want to know what would have been
maybe it’s just me going mad as I watch you grow sad
I have harkened to truths whispered and unseen
the words I beckoned to life were to be seeds for the glad
It’s under control now, if you wish to know
so the world departs from us — even as you beguile
a forest to bloom under my control — and your glow
Its immeasurable magnitude, and the glimpse of your smile
Love and life, says my spellbound blue jay
Don’t take mine, says my prater mundane crow
Hold unto yours, teach it to play(pray)
Love your life and take(let) it slow(grow)
Little Borrowers 