It is difficult for a God like me to fall
Into the forbidden pot of love forlorn
Yet I see me swim it like a whale
And you seem to be the water of this pot
Surrounding me, keeping me afloat
Calming me and every storm that I've wrought
A Godhood is what I have already forsaken
To hold this hand you so gently outstretch
If this is the end of me, you are the end of it all
Let me be in love, my awe, be my downfall
If this is my soaring, then let me become you
For I have no more need to remember myself
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