Mercy Is Your Love.

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Mercy Is Your Love

 

And how shall we talk of this love

between the between, and the between?

It is not hallowed, and not seen.

It may be this pulse

I cannot tell you where.

It may be this heartache,

but I cannot only place it there.

 

Is it in the body? Yes, I find a trace.

Is it in this mind stuff?

Maybe, yes maybe, a lovely face.

Yet you cannot be alluded to

with such obscurity.

This I, that begs you, arises dusty

in your purity.

Can I attend to this self without you?

Or should I close the Inn door

and doubt you?

 

I have never known a moments peace

without you.

I have never known a darkness

that did not flow from you.

That flux and flotsam was but me.

This ‘me’ a thought beyond you.

 

Pity my poverty my Beloved.

Pity my impulse to this my sacred hold.

No one sees this me, but the young.

No one understands me but the old.

And where are the souls who would put me to death?

They are ‘You’ Beloved,

your enticement upon the breath.

Pity the poor words that escape these thoughts.

Mercy me, my darling,

until I am naught.

 

I, my faith in You.

By a haunting faith, this I love.

Do travel the world and beyond

to be your pleasure,

but how to love you beyond my measure?

I cannot see, I cannot think

but be your companion upon this brink

of I and you together.

 

What great favor must you give,

that I, and you begin to live

as one forever?

This I know, and this I gather of.

This love we are, and make of.

You command me be,

and I rejoice in this

your handsome mannequin, you long to kiss.

And let this be our wedding song.

Let not the world think it wrong

for you and I to play a part,

in this one heart,

In this One Heart.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.