How can my loving you not be perfect
When it is not I who loves?
While sweet water is channelled down the river
Is it not the river's flow that forms its banks?
I am not the creator of the love you feel from me
I am but the vessel
Surrendered, I am, to the love
That I do not remember not feeling
Created, I am, by the love
Intended for you before you or I were born
My words, my touch
Melt you
Because they are not mine
But His
