Unnatural Love … India Moors

So Lord, take the old me, Let her die on the tree. Crucify all my control, Let my heart live again Just like you lived again All Yours, all pure, all new.

Unnatural Love

by India Moors my love for you is not the sun, for it disappears at night and is clouded during a storm nor can it be likened to air, because while it is constantly sustaining, it cannot be seen and barely can be felt. it is not a tree or any greenery which needs attention to be sustained or grown neither is it an ocean, for even in its vastness, it cannot be experienced everywhere you go. my love for you cannot be compared to anything in nature, for how could i use something so minute to describe something so infinite?