My search produced nothing to keep.

My Spirit will never rest, even as I lay me down to sleep.

The sun sets, but that only means

three more hours until I clock in to earn my keep.

I'm asked how I do it, and I answer

"the caffeine in my blood runs deep."

Fill me with the Light that pours from your Soul.

Summer's Sun will only match

how your words melt me into a pool.

Tell me, do you know the source of wisdom?

With verisimilitude, we may reply:

Glastonbury's Hills is where ours comes from.

Speechless, you tell me with words: I surpass you.

I will tell you that you ought to give yourself more credit due.

You, My Love, we're getting to know each other so well.

You've sent me somewhere I've never truly been,

and I know that this you can tell.

We need not rummage a thesaurus' pages,

to share our thoughts and feelings on how

we've survived through our respective ages.

In your searches, you've found heartbreak,

but now you know there's someone out there

who cares that you're comfortable and

someone real whom doesn't just want to "take."

I will be here watching your strength grow,

for I know your Redemption, Salvation,

and Rebirth is what is at stake.