I Love You

Although being a male is merely a matter of birth with no voice

Being a good man I’ve learned, is more so a matter of choice

Balance is key, see how the matrix torments both the ice and fire

A suffering of anxiety, unable to detach from outcomes they tire

Fighting pangs of depression against oft burning ancient desire

How do you come up with speech oh image of the mind

Her two greatest gifts, prayers and presence so divine

This is an ode to the heart, a monologue and melody in one frame

The arduous journey and gardenous destination, one and the same

This is the work of love, a light contribution to literature that is bold

This voyage works from within us, in the very depths of our souls

Bringing a slight addition to the art of light - reduced to pure gold

You Know That