Thou appears’t to me, as figures from my dreams;
As my feminine desires made flesh.
Thou appears’t to me, as demons from my nightmares
From which I cannot wake up.

Thy names, resounding in my heart,
Mine utterance shall make me quiver.
My weaknesses, drown me in tears;
My adoration, fill me with pain
Like piercing shards of glass
Tearing my soul apart.

Thy love is like a thorn in my chest,
Spilling every drop of blood with the very kisses of thy lips
that burn like the embers of a dying phoenix,
Rising again, from the ashes from which it had born’d.

My love for thee is as Red as the reddest Red rose,
In full bloom,
Basking in the sunlight, in all Nature’s glory;
Unawares of a life to be torn from soil,
Unawares of life far away from the waters that nourished it.
Sun, without soil;
Seed, without Life that drives it.

Thine eyes are the bluest of blues,
As deep as the sea, As vast as the oceans;
Clearer than the clearest blue skies
That sink in new depths, as new nights arise.
Thine eyes, they fall, like daggers through my soul;
Stirring my spirit to falter in awe of thee.

Thou art the ruler of my world;
Thou art the master of my seas.
My yearning soul, gilded with idolatry
Shall faithfully wander the ends of the world with thee.

Thine eyes, they seem’d to pierce my soul
With diamonds as sharp as knives.
There secrets lie; Having fallen upon mine,
They seem’d to sink so low.

Thine eyes, a thousand splendid suns they hide,
Reflecting any such light in my soul.
Like the rays of the sun, they envelop me,
Stealing any trace of my despair to covet as thine own.

O, Sweet Love of mine,
Wipe those tears from thine eyes,
For my heart cannot bear it – The breaking of yours.
Fate and the Immortals have played a cruel game,
But let’s make Us the best o’ it
‘Spite the superstitions of yore.

The serpent lies, subdued, betwixt the tall reeds.
He appeared in the least wanting,
Bribing me with his misdeeds.
Every waking moment, I cried;
Pulled every trick up my sleeve.
Yet I was let to loss,
For my soul, for him, could not grieve.

Love, the Devil seeks Dark,
As preaching sinners seek.
Though Darkness seem’d to cloak him
And in his eyes, I seem’d Weak.

But Darkness, Heaven sent,
Has brought my Love to Light;
To stay awake by my cradle,
To hold me till morning turns into night.

O, how the sun, uncaring, shines
On the just and the unjust alike!
O, how Heav’n could’t have spared me
Though both our souls were set alight.

O, how your burning rays doth blind mine eyes;
Doth mess with my err’ in judgement.
Judgement, I suppose, is heaven sent;
After which you can use me no longer!

O, merciless sun!
O, precursor of nature!
Thou hast done me the greatest of harms.
For my Love, He, is now with me by my side
Yet by night, where you go, there he follows hither.

My Husband,
Think of me fondly in the dawn;
Think life as it was, past few nights.
Think me Merry,
Think that, and ne’er shall we part;
Not the Moon, not the Stars
Longer mess with our hearts.

I have pray’d many nights
That my Love would come back.
O, my Love,
Why has it been so long?
I have loved you in May,
Where the songbirds sang gaieties;
Through the gravel and stones,
Through the seas and the storms.
Have loved you yet more,
Through Blood and through Bones.

Let us not make amends
But soft kisses for your lips,
A body for yours, cold
And beauty, yours to behold.

Let us dine in the forest,
Skip over ponds and stones.
Let us make it to Stonehenge
Where we shall rest our aching bones.

My Husband. My Lover. My Savior of my soul.
I have dreamt of thee ‘ere
And here seek to Implore.

Won’t you stay by my side;
Won’t you, here, hold me tight.

Won’t you forgive –
Forgive me all?
Here the sun shines
And the rain falls.
Life goes on –
But mine is nothing without you in it.

Dear Love,
Remember me –
Remember me
When morning calls.

Remember Me,

My Love,

Who’ve Lov’d thee most of all.

I stayed up all night writing this.
I couldn't go to sleep.