In my faith has been imagined

Am I a man of spiritual love
then tendering for latest prove?
Or just wondering for a while
and go as weak as a small dove?
Here my body has been stabbed
And my eyes going staring and faded
Once I here you my verses
You fleshly dance and in my faith imagined
As a poem when no desirously has been written
No rhyme will be and no meter
Love is a poem written year after year
But is more

In my faith has been imagined