An Offering!

Slain by the gravity of the passing hour
Seated I'm in hell with no means to recover;
Replete is the mind with images of my love
Reflecting the beautiful creation seen by the eyes above;
Speaketh the mind with a thousand sound
Though numb is the tongue with fears unfound;
Evading the knowledge of the possible result
Causing I'm to the expression of mind a tacit insult;
Were I to decide the fate of my destiny
Disturb I would her mind to rise to mutiny;
Though helpless in my present predicament
Facing a trial in the face of an indictment;
I desire to speak my mind with words unspoken
With nothing to offer but my heart as a token;