Devotion

I deem that your words are ultimate,
To the words that are vocal to the soul imprinted on my arm,
Of your love that you will never banish deficient,
To the life that will always be seen as out of harm.

Your devotion to me, was never seen,
And the existence you chose to live,
Was a mortal reality,
That somehow my immortality I will never forgive.

The contented days that I lived under your shoulders,
Looking up to your features,
As you tell me to tackle life's tribulations with care,
I'll always commit to memory the seamless life you provided into speech with declare.

Your everlasting guidance that will never weaken,
That myself I never kept,
For a while life in moments will you stay under my wing,
Will these scars heal because of your strength?

And these scars still remain,
Under the unaided of being alone,
But the inspiration of outcast still stands at present.
And what you undergo will always be in my heart,
The potency that you always spread,
Your influenced voice heard,
Your strength and might into my astray head.

And when will this light stop it's existence,
It's smolder into my hands,
The feeling of shaking heads and full hands,
I'll remember the memorize days that your love brought for the first time,
When through this path I could not feel a strand.

Love me and slant against my soul,
Burn my ashes of death against re-incarnation coal.
Always in my burning soul shall you watch me grow old?