Because you're not what I would have you be
I blind myself to who, in truth, you are.
Seeking mirage where desert blooms, I mar
Your you. Love, I would like to see
Past all delusion to reality
Then would I see God's image in your face,
His hand in yours, and in your eyes his grace.
Because I'm not what I would have me be
I idolize two Ones who are not any place,
Not you, not me, and so they never touch.
Reality would burn. And I do not like it much.
And yet in you, in me, I find a trace
Of love which struggles to break through
The hidden lovely truth of me, of you.
Photo-key to heart By nikaa