You’re not ready my heart
to desire what’s due to you,
you fumble among your belongings
with a twitch of discontent,
you’re not ready my heart
to bear the ignominies of love
without relenting in your way
without despairing loneliness,
you’re not ready my heart
and let it be your mea culpa,
whenever you’re betrayed
for expecting the unexpectable,
I’m not ready, I’m not ready,
let it be your daily prayer
in your pursuit of freedom
from your vain desires.
