The ones you used to stroke so lightly

Tightening your grip ever so slightly

Yet never an ounce of hesitation

Timing defined the elegance of your invocation

I handed you the keys and you were the first one to understand

That true power over me was holding them in hand

And not knowing if you'd use them or throw them in the sand

Turning them over with a slightly tilted head

Immutable as ever, these spirals were fed

And still they lie within me

At your disposal

Just as I do, with any proposal

Though much time has passed

Still they hold fast, just where you left them

The last time you decided to apply a dose of mental anguish

The kind only You know how to give, yet let me languish

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I have long since passed the point of no return

It was not given, be sure that it was earned

If I could send it back

I would refrain

Is it dedication to my truth or just liking pain?

I'm a casualty of my own reflection

I will carry on as ever, yet still long for Your direction

Ever bound to devotion and affection

Never asking for more than a smile

As you let me know your amusement at how beguiled

This mess you've made of me is