When first I looked at you,
My heart said things
That my head didn't comprehend
And tried to answer in a foreign tongue.

As time passed,
The ideas became more discernable
But the details lacked
Or hid themselves
Or were hidden by a mind
That didn't want to hear what it already knew.

But my heart continued to plead
And God counseled
And you, God bless you,
Refused to relent.

Few things rattle the soul
As much as facing the truth
And then, having denied it,
accepting it in spite of itself.

I wanted what was not given me
Yet I refused what was in front of me.
And God smiled,
Smiled upon me in my ignorance and obstinance:
And my helplessness.