Simply that

Simply that

Love is simply that,
when infinite,
it is a mighty river
flowing from my heart into yours,
your sins I forgive,
when you fall I lift you up
for your are precious to me
for I know your name,
unknown to all others.

Despair and self contempt,
the guilt that cripples
is from your own heart,
which my infinite love
slowly heals.

My love cannot be understood,
yet it can be experienced,
so slowly I lead you,
at all times I pursue you
up and down the mountain
of your sins,
also along the wrong paths taken.

All are loved by me,
each unique,
I relate to each differently;
no one is outside,
it is you who make that judgment,
for in the depths all are free,
my respect for freedom
like my love
is infinite.

To say yes to me
is an act of perfect freedom,
to say no
the same.