A Struggle With Love

Wanting to stand before the Parthenon
and listen to the wind as it pass and gone.
Wanting to peer down to the lowest depth,
while looking from the highest step

Wanting to pull the pillars down
and listen to birds make their sound.
Wanting the sky to stop falling,
while a new birth come calling.

Wanting to be a triangle
and show three sides of one angel.
Wanting to stand before the gods,
while receiving unanimous nods.

Wanting to stop the Pain
and be able to read once again.
Wanting stop filling my life with dread,
while watching her wings spread.

Wanting not to struggle with love
and whose beauty summons a write from above.
Wanting no longer be in vain of lust,
while I give her my love to trust.