Measured Love

What promise can I make?
Which I know I won't keep
Not because my soul is weak
Its cos, it does not agree

Its right with all I've learned
It fits say all with whom I've been born
From customs, habits, science, lore
They all would have me conform

Life would be easier still
And it has been good to see
Yet of this, if I let go
Then what will become of me?

Its not selfishness, I seek
Though at first it be
Splattered with old ego's logo
It is my only steel

You ask for what I cannot give
You ask for more than life
You ask for love that I give up
That for which I'd die