If you meet her

If you meet the woman of your dreams,

The goddess who is everything you were

Born to love, would you become the man

She demands you become, or would you

Fight and rant and rave and scream, so

Protective of that self that brings you

Nowhere and nothing of any worth.

If she could see not just you but

Also the man you might become,

Would you let her shape you, mould

You, guide you, knowing that you

Do not get to reciprocate,

That you are called to witness her,

Witness that she might see, for herself

Where she grows.

That you can't see, for either

But can instead lead for both.

Divine union was never meant to be

Easy, never meant to tolerate your

Brokenness but rather expects you to be

Far greater than you ever dreamed

Possible, and to also humble yourself

Further than you ever thought tolerable.