I’d throw myself upon you and cry,
I would reduce myself to utter nothing,
Thus present my soul before you,
And in one moment give you the choice,
Of my deepest disgrace and weakness,
Alongside my unreachable greatness,
And if you find love in my low,
In my destitute and worthless being,
In my without..
If you find love,
If I thought I was safe,
Then I would.
Rowan Blair Colver (c) 2015