Without Redemption

There are depths to you I cannot plumb,
Walls within I cannot breach.
My feelings are a vast ocean;
You contain in a thimble.
They're randomly poured out to shower you;
These baptismal waters of purification.
You're born again into the light of my love,
Cleansed of the sins in the past.
Each time you empty the thimble,
I try to tread the breaking waves. They
Erode the frail castles I lovingly built.
I am left without a method of redemption.