such is my divinity
but having him as father
has not saved my heart
from a slow death
i can control the world
and create joy in lives
for short intervals
i can caress a cheek
and contain love
in my hands
but it is a useless talent.
no person may be satisfied
with mere moments
a glimpse of the love they long for
i cannot bend or force free will
to sculpt a situation, i cannot
work the wiles of cupid
to stay so permanently
the dawn brings emotions
i cannot change
disbelief has killed my power with cruel hands.
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