Borne aloft by flames of passion
Atop the candle with wax of delicate fashion,
Our love— a hue of concentric blue
In a sunset gold— replenishes anew,
The flame awake in a dark night:
In two, one over the other until birds serenade the light,
For you, I patiently walked a shattered heart, strewn like glass,
But as I chafed and bled, in your love they resemble but crunchy pinpricks of grass.
Every moment I in your love’s shadow drenched,
The memories in eternal stones lie entrenched;
Far beyond the eyes see, where you and I shall no longer be we,
I will visit these moments, trying to chase from my heart the misery.
Your fingers like rivers between these hilly knuckles of mine,
Silently serene in beauty, their divinity I take as a sign
That my hope for happiness, malignant and infectious, will eternally abide
And fill a void my mind has long attempted to deride.
Ever may our love reign, and I will forever return to your warm embrace
Which drains my tiredness and sets upon me heart such a pace;
I know the quicker it beats, earlier to death is is bound
But that is a price I happily pay, for in you a reason to live I have found.