If I have the gift
Maybe it’s a prophecy
Learning to fathom
Uncovering all mysteries
Delectable knowledge
In a tavern of faith
Mental strength can move mountains
Not if we vacate love
Here I am nothing
Tomorrow I have everything
I give all I possess
To the needy
My heart is poor and crumbly
Without sharing
A gift handed over my body
Beautiful hardship
Aching that I may see
Exit through the side door
But do not grant me
Your smile without love
For I will gain nothing
© GÄ
Poétique 