I have no LIFE other than this,
And to lead it here -
By the back of thy hand,
Dispelled me to tear.

Tie me to your hanging tree!
Start the action anew,
Our life cannot be -
Where your sorrows are few.

ELYSIUM is as far to us
As the gentle winds of dusk -
And the very nearest gloom
That Death shall doom
If in that doom, thou may await
We shall see our Fate -
Serenity of doom,
Or clarity of gloom.

What fortitude your soul contains! -
To fight through our loving pains,
To search for our love’s cure,
Such adversity it must endure!
Only the Lord must give you strength,
To see out our missteps at length -
As the gloom of clarity,
Our love’s Serenity.

ALTAR? Where the hills are.
The blessings of Angels from afar.
Falter? - Never under the sun!
Across the golden seas that run,
Where our love story -
Shall be questioned by thy glory,
In search of the perfect one.
Suffice? - Only when nature is done!
And the Doves cease to flutter.
Sweet as morning dew,
In questioning clutter,
My faith is far and few.

MINE by the divine right of Kings correction!
Blessed I am by his royal seal! -
Within his Love selection,
That no Thief may steal.

Thou is mine - here in vision;
Veto Death's repeal -
Dated, titled - with perfect precision!
And forevermore be mine, while the ages kneel!

OF all the souls that Angels create,
I have been blessed with one -
Who kindly opened his gate,
To shine his Morning Sun.

Of when that Time was -
I hearken to his gentle hand,
And it's beckoning applause,
Written in the sand.

Of the warring on that front,
I take the Banner of thee
And after Love's stunt -
I'll drag it down with me.

DOUBT me, my dim light!
And flicker with me into the night.
Why, the Lord would be forever content
If he could witness only a fraction of your love
Your embracing consent -
That pleases the forces above.
What more may a woman ask?
When her love shall shower thee -
To be immune to the Red Masque,
For all eternity.

It cannot be my faithful heart -
It cannot be my core,
It cannot be our time apart,
It shall not be the love we hath bore.
Have I, a humble maiden,
Faltered her loving prowess?
Thus, heartbreak - I am laden,
The destroyed Summer songstress.

YOU left me - with diverting paths -
A sweet legacy of Love
As Heavenly Swans sing their Wrath,
More gentle than the Angel Dove;

You left me - with boundaries of pain -
Sagacious as the sea,
A heathen of grace in Space and Time,
With your consciousness and me.