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I can only say thank you to the woman who inspired this and to whom it is dedicated.

I have touched my foot on to sacred ground
Placed my sacrifice down and without prayer waited
Without water and oil, I waited
Without joy and sorrow, I waited
With all I have for forfeit, I waited

With sadness in her eyes the offering burned
I knew it would happen, I had it expected it to
I even gave praise for the very fact
So why do I still feel so broken?
Why do I cry when I smile just as much?

With the first burnt the other two turned to ash
Oil aflame, water evaporated
Bowl cracked, cloth moth eaten
The one gift, that one moment, gone
My heart break for my own foolishness

The night we danced you did not look at me
Around we danced for a few songs
Yet your movement spoke of a wish to escape
Your eyes, could give me only sadness, pity and disdain
I drank it in, as sweet poison, knowing I will never see you again

Though bittersweet, I shall cherish those moments
For reminding me why it is that I feel this
I am not sorry for it, only at how I displayed it
Even after a year it never budged or faded
I doubt it ever would with life's passage

I have forgotten the reason why
Now I must fight to remember,
Fight to remember that why, the why
May I one day remember
So I may one day set foot in your presence once more.