Can I love?
What is love?
God is love, right?
I guess that means I never loved you,
but merely served as an off-ramp
to God's interstate of love.
Still I miss being used,
to serve a greater purpose.
Maybe someday, when I am prepared,
I can have a transplant
of God's tree.
Just a single root.
It can grow and spread
replacing my veins,
my heart thrusting compliments
and caresses instead of
platelets and plasma.
Maybe someday, when I can feel,
I will want to feel you.
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