Cold, cold loneliness
Raises questions in my heart.
Why no romantic love?
Am I so unlovable?
Why?
Possibilities sort and sift
Circle around and around
Only one conclusion keeps remaining
A marked man I am.
Marked as just that extra bit different.
Maybe conscious, maybe not
The recognition of what I am
Barricades the heart against my love.
“Can you love a marked man?”
I cry,
“Can anyone love a marked man?”
“Anyone?”
I plead to the Lord.
The Lord replies,
“With man it is impossible,
Though God anything is possible.”
Hope flares in my soul
Kept alive by promise of God.