What design did You build in me?
This longing, misdirected,
Silences all devastating pleas.
What fever did You ignite in me
That I would sequester
My own body parts, a gruesome ordeal?
I'd rather bleed and stagger
Than to stumble out of Your presence.
What pleasure do You find in me
That You would remain faithful
To this faithless heart, my Love?
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