My hands bleed from digging up my remaining pride

you carry me away with confident stride

keeping me at bay, You are an everlasting everything.

I am chaotic peace shaped in the body of a woman who yearns

My heart is the moon, a red moon that burns.

Sprinkled acceptance from you causes me to bow at your feet

I am your servant in true form, your every need I will meet.

I am captured at any distance, is this love? Or simply me accepting defeat?