Careening, asunder a wonderous spell,
heart's depths never known,
I'll stand by your unhappiness,
whilst riding our carousel.
To see a smile and your beauty shine,
your gentle tone and tears,
standing still, by your unhappiness,
assuaging your hell-bent fears.
"It's Doomed", echoes with no real thought,
missives to blind love's effigy,
statues stoic in sweetheart serenades,
Seconds together caught.
Catching hours a longline trawl,
Unkempt commitment to time,
A Watchman's brief, a sentry's shift,
Becoming your master of all.
Loyally lunatic and hurtfully hopeful,
To depths of love be shared,
Blinded, amazed, infernal paradox,
Heartfelt, tragic, cruel.
It's Doomed, and it's Doomed and it's Doomed some more,
Alas we're still "here",
Your soft presence resolute clinging to threads,
Love's ability to restore.
Dear Love be gentle,
Tormented by life and you,
I've been all I can for her,
I forever wish.