Unto my lover whose eyes flow cold rivers and melt temporal cores,
I give my earthly body and transcending soul,
A gift, not mine to bestow,
But with Greed, I do what I must.
Against the wishes of my lover,
Whose breath caressed my cheek from dusk to dawn,
I crave to be a leaf in the winds that rage between mountains lows,
All but consumed in the Wrath of the air.
With my lover whose skin is everchanging,
Paling against the Moon at her brightest,
Darkening against the whaling of his Majesty's Sun,
I Lust to be but a fragment of light that adorns such a celestial body.
For my lover whose frail and almighty,
A constant change in nature and mind,
I would demolish the armies that welcome disgrace,
Dismantle governments, obliterate worlds, Gluttonous I am made to be.
Behind my lover who moves with glided grace,
I stand still in time and motion,
Past, Present, and Future dance their golden threads around me,
And I, in my ever betraying Slothfulness, dare not move.
Beside my lover, whose smiles and confirmations awakened me,
I wished upon everything that eternity could stay,
For I longed evermore to belong,
Envious to every fibre of that being.
Without my lover, I leave this world, broken and whole,
Whose arms embraced me one last time, whose passion warmed my bones and cooled my skin,
Decorated in the scars of my sins, bleeding, healing,
Wearing my Pride as a dress of comfort, an impregnable armor.
I crawled in wonder towards their light and walked in fear behind their dark,
Running with hope to a light that glows at the end of all halls,
So that maybe I could be graced with a slight chance, a glimmer of hope,
That I could once again see my lover, lying in the wake of all the unforsaken woes of my sins.