You

 To be loved

By you

Is a privilege

Even if

It means

I choose

Your ways

Again and again

The world disillusioned

By willful ignorance

Depraved indifference

Greed

That is humanity

Not You

And I need 

To remind myself

Everyday

That you are good

Even when

We are not

We will always

Fall short

Of what

You expect

You know it

Even as

Your love

Transcends color

And creed

You love the poor

With as much fervor

As the rich man

For the poor one

Seems to appear

More receptive

To your plea

It is

So hard

To love

Thy neighbor

These days

And yet 

You still demand it

Loyalty is given

To You

For in six days

You made

A place

Whose beauty 

Brings me 

To my knees

You want it all

My whole heart

Because you 

Gave me yours

Willingly and

Without reservation