I see your face

To be my friend, respect my sacred space
Do not conquer me, we’re not at war.
Knowing this, we both receive kind grace

Love, not power, is shared by an embrace
Without this care, we will not come  near
To being friends, respecting sacred space

To love and gaze upon one holy face
To be accepted without selfish fears
To know all this, is in itself a grace.

To be connected, loving  is a state.
We must respect, be near but not too near.
Becoming friends makes a new sacred space.

The first and also last is each dear face
Where we gaze, deciphering what endured
To realise this, is in itself a grace

So life itself diseased, seeks out a cure
If we ignore what glitters, what allures
To be my friend, respect my sacred space
I am me, myself , let us save  face