Building Rom Vol.123

I wanted you to taste my love, so we meet,

But you chose the shortcut, quick and discreet.

The spark from down under, a fiery lust,

While I offered more than mere wanderlust.

I gave what you couldn’t yet fathom to take,

Out of impatience, a gift, though my heart did ache.

Did I practice grace, or was grace meant for you?

Hoping virtues would come when the Spirit withdrew?

Perhaps, when I least expect, with quiet devotion,

The keeper will come for a rare love potion.