Even the most carefully chosen words,

fail to capture the beauty of your smile;

my heart swells until I fear it may burst.
I want to sing in mornings choir of birds,
to forget myself and worship for a while,
but sometimes I forget that faith comes first.

I feel my spirit crying out to you,
a hopeless, vile man whose soul is cursed;
Ive forgotten what it means to be your child.
I only know, no matter what I do,

I hunger and thirst.