Oh God, Your Soul I Want

I want Your soul more than the open gate of the heaven’s mercy.
I want Your soul to be my lone satellite guiding me through the night.

I want Your soul more than the air that could inject vitality to my life.
I want Your soul to be my blinding light in the fast randomness of colors.

I want Your soul more than the four seasons and the everlasting gifts of nature.
I want Your soul to be the sole orbit of my inevitable and finite time.

I want Your soul more than the yesterdays, todays, and tomorrows of lovers’ sweet commune.
I want Your soul to my only vision in my awakening and in my delusion.

Oh God, Your soul is the main reason of my being…why I live, how I move on, and whom to die for.