Francis Before the Seraph

my love is crucified
and bleeds

he dies with thieves
as is fit
for he dies a death
not his

is I am dead
yet live
my death
from me
is stolen

behold the thief
I crucify
that stole
my rightful death

and yet
what life now lives in me
but his

there is no greater
love
beneath
a crown

he bleeds
a crown
of thieves the
only crown
of love
who bleeds of wounds
not his

and gazing
how I burn
with love and loving
bleed

for I
undying love
in you
am crucified