This spoke to me and I can think of no better reason to share it.
And through the murk I search,
for these unfathomed reasons why you,
in your tender grace,
would love me.
I wait for the punchline
to this cruel joke,
the revelation why someone like you,
in all you are, would gift me this love.
Rushing to reassure that,
I do not doubt your love,
more that I doubt my own worth,
my own deservedness.
All I have is a hope,
a grasped at faith that you will not see
that which I cannot un-see,