Carrying the divine.

Counterparts of love, leave shattered glass, while the hopes have been dismembered leaving foots prints on the grass, and I know it can't be burried cos it's deeper than a cut, got my intuition leading by the gut, and I've seen the repatition and I've felt it glide right through,  but the barriers of heaven won't let me get to you, Cos I know I'm on the inside of the outer borderline,  picking up the pieces that arnt mine, struggling to carry the divine.