Love's Priest

I am but hope's fool.
Blind to the truth, I create my own
If the situation doesn't suite me, It gets re-sewn...
Altering perception's tapestry into a construct of my own choosing.
My loom has been re-strung with the color of desire,
Reality holds no sway over my devotions.

I am but Love's priest,
Kneel with me so that we may exchange confessions
Before we join together in holy communion...
Partake of my blood and my body as I partake of yours.
Our confirmation shall be a day of celebration.
One look in your eyes is all I need...
to see that your love completes me.