It is not of a blank expression
Merely a lust of some sort
expressive, none the doubt.

I can't captovate ones decision
just by saying a few words by demanding
a quote from an inner self 
that involuntary decides an explosive question.
Though, one may doubt a notion
to become greater than those of idoration.

But who am I to be one of those of such adoration?

Further more, it is my privelege to announce a supliment of disposition.
None of which you can remain at this,
to be exquiste.
I may not lie, therefore-you are to nothing less than the other.
Do not demote yourself
Do not trouble a heart that is due to manner less than the other.

But who am I to be one of those of such adoration?

It can not be answered. It can not be guilt.
I simply have no left over blanket to guide a result.
Tasks behold the nature due at hand.
Those who not dwell on a past of such behavior,
succeed in a future foreseen at hand.

But who am I to be one of those of such adoration?

Perhaps it is none of thee above,
merely, just a plot simply designed to expose a love 
that stands true.
Stands tall.
Noble, beyond all mans sins of destruction
to overcome any and all who reign above.

But who am I to be of those of such adoration?