Devotion

The fall of the past is the constancy of the present
the hidden fear of confusions slowly shed in hopes
witnessed by the dreams
with a promising period of evidence.

I'm weak, I'm defeated, I give up
to the essence embedded in the heart
if it is not mine, then it belongs to you.

Time,
that's all I can afford, willingly 
assured with one correlation 
named,
devotion.