The apple of my eye

The other night I discovered how much you meant to me
I could learn to hate even the most beloved
if but for just a moment, to forget all other joys and accomplishments
to leave it all and be just God and you and me

To blind myself to obstacles, to die alive and cry myself sick
to break my heart and teach myself to hold on
to give up my will and dignity and lose precious liberty
to tell a white lie and suffer injustice in silence

Iris, my all would be a nothing to give if I could have you
I understand why God deemed it right to prize unworthy me with you
so that I could understand yet a little more the kind of self less love
that only a parent can feel for His children lost and found