Follow

What else can I do
but follow you?
What else can I do
but run after you?
At times, your Spirit is
as a leaf, fluttering,
floating on an unseen breeze.
Maddening.
Following, falling,
feeling your hand,
your Heart.
Pushing into me, you speak
words of Love.
Hard and steep the way of Love.
Soft and gentle,
fierce and passionate
the arms of your embrace.
How you love moves me,
shakes my soul,
crumbling in your arms.
What else can I do
but follow, run after You?
Maddening, it seems.