O! The wild allure in your sweet repose,
Incites and ignites the passion within,
You watch me inflamed with eyes shut closed,
Like moonlight trapped in human skin.
Your lips infused with purple hues,
Like a blue jay blushed in greenish glade,
Your face misted with blood red dews,
Framed by your locks of burnished shades.
Your caring hands that held me tight,
That wiped and soothed my tears away,
Are broken now, lying by your side,
That cannot touch nor hold nor pray.
Your slender legs of a nimble doe,
And feet so light, so keen to dance,
Like lamenting roses lie bleeding so,
Have no more grace, twisted askance.
Your bosom lush so flush with life,
Is now a pale and morbid block,
Your heart of stone carved by a knife,
Lies frozen in my hand with shock.
You cannot see my contended smile,
Your roving eyes are tightly sewn,
Nor lash your tongue that ran a mile,
My blade impaled that measly pawn.
Thus you in bed, in pieces lie,
While I croon to soothe your pain,
And I kiss your lips in a sweet goodbye,
That is love that I can never explain.
My God - He works in mysterious ways,
His ways are all so strange,
The beast he spares, the meek he slays,
He's the constancy in change.
This blinding white noise that I do hear,
Is his humble gift to me,
That's why I love you to pieces My Dear!
Till the end of destiny.
