I waited for you to discern me.

I may not know love by name,

But I know her secrets and her pain.

You may not be from life's forever,

But won't you be from future's better?

I may not know your grain entirely,

But I feel your branches deep inside of me.

I waited for you to discern me.

She may steal with envisions of lust,

But I deceived rapture's inception was us.

You may have triturated a dove riven,

But hope cleaves to wings ungiven.

I wait for you to discern me.