nothing

You do read all I write, like
No one else would want to read
For once won’t you understand
That I need you to lead

To a world rich of faith and trust
And a being of total selflessness,
And of possessive love I see,
The place… that you want for me.

To a world void of dirt and greed
Where you will be, what you need
Of definite work and life
The place… a world ought to be.

To a world full of lust and crave,
Of passion and admiration insane,
Of well lived days and nights
To the place… where you want to be.