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
