less
you deserve nothing less
than my best
yet so often
I do give you less
less of me
of my heart
of my time
I fail to see the selfishness I serve
the folly in my choices
or the fool I willingly play
my eyes go blind
to what your hand holds out
to the completeness
to the beauty
to the best you offer me
and I end up
with glasses half filled
construction that's condemned
and time mindlessly slipping through my fingers
open my eyes
-my heart-
remind me of you
and all you've already done for me
enable me to reach beyond selfishness
to sacrfice and servanthood
enable me to choose you
not me
-yours
not mine-
for your way
is better
is brighter
is best
and mine,
well mine, is so much less
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