My Jericho has fallen
If only my heart had a voice
To explain to me and the universe
Why I crave this forbidden fruit.
Broken last, I said I wouldn’t try again
But I had never beheld such a smile before
Her touch made me numb;
Her voice preceded my every step.
Her imperfections were perfecting
And her misdemeanors were finishing touches
Because she was God’s masterpiece
Perfect for all resolutions.
She resurrected me.
She was perfect for me.
But she was not for me.
And now it’s time to dig my grave again.