You will be mine or hers
In the silence outside the din.
I will be yours or mine
In sweetness or not sweetness.
Blotted by the bitterness of lost, lust? 

Am I welcomed in your broken space, 
Are you assured by my dusty lace? 
Iam lost wandering, searching each gate
Seeking the face that molded my fate.
But I will return soon or late  
To adore this love and his delightful grace.