The Lord has made me insensitive to any affliction in life. The storm has made me the plank of the canoe. So, I picked up all the restlessness of the world, and when I couldn't be made into anything, Jesus gave me this heart. That was meant to love you. The heart, whose sole job was to sing your praise and love you.
O Soulmate, please come to me, after all! Come to me, and let me wrap you and make you warm in my arms. It will give me enormous calm, forever. It will make me glad incessantly.
As my eyelids close, Christ knows who I hunt for, that snatches away my siesta. Christ knows, whom I crave so much, that all my wishes are lame against her. I used to believe my power naps were threaded; they were haunted. But no. Since you came into my dull life, I have understood, that you are what I need.
O Love; show this wayfarer his way. And hold his finger, so as to guide him. Without you, his reason to live is lost.
'cause I love you with my heart and soul. Cause I am wothless without my light.