Painted by Saint Jude

Painted by Saint Jude

So did you think I wasn’t human, without foibles?

My pedestal not lime stone but, godlike marble?

Didn’t you see the blood on my scratched skin?

The scars I carry both without and within

But difference between me and those others you’ve had?

My mind is like granite, my emotions of love with forgiveness making me Galahad

Life’s not without risk and love’s the ultimate frisk

For you’ve laid me bare with my soul slashed by your cutting disk

But see how I can’t hate you in my selfish mist

Smiles and tears accompany my years searching for that love utopia

But in reality I fail to fathom my romantic myopia

So my quixotic soul yearns and believes there’s no love dystopia

My mind admits that reality’s an anchor

I can cherish or deny but still nothing changes

For I’m your sacrifice, on the altar of your moods

When you hate me I desire and when you love me, I’m on fire