Lean your cheek

Lean your cheek, rest a moment

on my drunken cheek

So I may forget the war and cruelty inside me.

You have opened the seven gates of heaven;

Now lay Your hand on my tightened heart.

All I have to offer is an illusion: my self.

I'm not asking for some sweet pistachio candy;

But your everlasting love.

Fifty times I have said, “Heart, cease hunting.

Step into this net.”