Donne's words burnished into an unheard voice
Like bees humming an ancient universal song
I heard it again and again, When you asked for meaning
This great blue sky and all mysteries that it holds
Today's daylight sacrificed at ritualistic dusk
Do they know if tomorrow will bring a new sun?
For god's sake, why not let me love?
You built an altar on buried behavioual truths
And prayed to other men's truth
I sought to worship those moments
In which you felt mine
If tomorrow never comes, your altar will remain
I burn at each dusk as the sacrificial flame
Knowing my moments will be lost in time
So, for god's sake, can you let me love?
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