Humble Love

Now see my world split.
To reality, my dreams submit.
My passion, crushed underfoot.
Imagination, grayed by soot.
My iron will turns brittle.
My mind, does Earth belittle.
Creativity, beaten and broken.
My agony is unspoken.
But I experience this everyday.
This horrible thing you call disarray.
For in my weakness, I am strong.
And, to put it simply, for love, I do long.
So here, a humble man comes before you.
Asking for you to keep loving him the way you do.