There are holes within me that no man nor woman can fill.
Yet I damn near confuse the heat felt from your love as my completion…
When really what I feel with you is validation for me to repair what I’ve put off.
Your love doesn’t heal me… it doesn’t possess that power to fix me.
No matter how elevated we get in the clouds when we spend time together,
Your intent to save me will never equate to you being my Savior.
I can cry a million tears in your arms,
But those tears will never transform into the living water that heals my soul.
For we are both mortals, intentions pure, but weak with flesh.
Even though you can never save me,
you have that natural power to encourage me…
Encourage me to find the answers within myself to heal…
encourage me to continue to spread the love of God that flows through me…
encourage me to get a step closer on my path of righteousness…
encourage me to repair the patches of my soul,
so that I may receive fulfillment instead of emptiness from leaks.
Really that’s what love is.
Not to fix me.
Not to heal me.
Love is so powerful it encourages me to fix and heal myself.