The Promises Poem by Lors Dilouley

The Promises

Illogical -
It’s what i think of when i imagine You
For i know what You are
To the mind of a human.

Misunderstood -
It’s what it could be seen as
For my simple mind
Cannot attain to anything more.

Love -
And what shall i say?
It’s Yours only to give
Am i taking it as my own?

Me -
I am known
For less than a beggar
Sacrificing nothing.

He -
It’s who You hold now
For everything his is Yours
On an altar built with calloused hands.

Will You be The One to quiet the dischord in my heart?