In Love

Should I be fooled in my innocence
Lest my intellectual acuity sleeps
And my infatuation overtake me
Dear Mother, I beg for your indulgence
Let your hand cripple not my heart, for in him, comfort it has found
Should you find course to reprimand my excitement
Let not your anger, but your compassion redirect my actions
Oh Father, ignore not the sharpened swords bludgeoning my soul
For in her my love has find its home.