what kind of love is this?

we stutter and we stammer til you say us
a symphony of chaos til you play us
phrases on the pages of unknown
til you read us into poetry and prose

we are kept and we are captive til you free us
vaguely unimagined til you dream us
aimlessly unguided til you lead us home

by your voice, we speak
by your strength, no longer weak
we are no longer weak
and by your wounds we are healed