Mistletoe In Sweet Surrender

Many ways you are greater than me.
Some of the ways I have yet to see.
I am blinded by the sight of my eyes.
Hard to see where some beauty lies.
Comes to me like an enchanted dream.
Something that I must missed it seems.
A revelation never thought of before.
Encountered once but then ignored.
Since then I slept but awakened now.
It could have only came from thou.
It slowly melts deeply where it roots.
An insight slowly bearing new fruit.
A new truth mixing with many others.
Finding a home it starts to discover.
It buds taking a life form all its own.
A sharper me and so finely honed.
Part of me a mistletoe engendered.
I give in; Lost in sweet surrender.