Pulled by a stranger into this train,
I think of what you mean to me
– and vice versa (if that not too presumptious)-
I am beginning to think it is not you that matters.
Perhaps, even under the devil’s sway
with questionable judgements and unexplainable faults,
I would remain here beside you
the curse of devotion preventing my progression
(oh how easy it would be if it were only love)
But meant to be is meant to be
and I would hasten to obey without question
and fall with every transgression
further into the arms of you and your waverable convictions.
–
SA