To be first seen bright in light,
my sun, no; but a star born asunder.
What you are I wonder?
Continuity begs you are a wonder.
Must you hold a heart,
I know not the form.
Expression in pieces.
Worn and torn asunder,
make up my blunder.
Forsake the uniqueness of its wonder.
The ardor of a mans heart,
cries when it cannot tend.
Dies when it cannot mend.
Revives when...
Strives when...
A love can finally apprehend!
