The Chisel

James Long
Feb 29, 2024
1 min read

I couldn't understand your love for me

Unworthy me

A landscape of faults and leaden skies

But I could love him, who you saw in me

If only I could reach him

A map you inked with gentle hand in faith

What alchemy is this?

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