My darling, I did not kindle the flames of love for fear of the darkness...
For was it not in the darkness that first we embraced, freeing my soul from its barren prison...allowing it to taste the purest nectar that flows from your sweet kiss?

Nor were these flames of passion kindled to melt the frozen winter of solitude...For was it not in solitude when I did most clearly hear the whisper of my own heart, singing to me your name before I had even known the splendor of your smile or the triumph of your touch?

My dearest, the blaze in my breast is not a decision, a choice, an invention, nor a consequence...no, this incandescent luminosity we ephemeral beings identify as love is forged in a moment unbound by time, in some sacro-celestial domain unconquerable by mortal flesh...an ethereal reverberation imperceptible to the mind yet irresistible to the soul.

How rare to have loved...to have truly loved in such a way that permits unconsecrated flesh to gaze fleetingly upon the glory of heaven and bask momentarily in the glow of immortality.

Yes my love, how fortunate are we to have loved and through loving became divinity's ephemeral manifestation.

Troubled souls love dancing to the voice of lovers past;
Whose songs are sown with melodies of days not meant to last.

That rhyme in time with teardrops to a heartbeat out of tune;
Whose haunting echoes fill the silence of an empty room.

They ring with resignation...call her long forgotten name;
They drip from lips like poison...joining tears that fall like rain.

As lovely lies form lullabies that promise no more pain;
My soul will go on dancing as my heartbeat sings her name.

Most men run like clockwork.
Each piece is relevant to the system.
Alas, I am different.
I am a clock, like all other men,
But I am filled with broken parts:
Broken gears, broken hands,
And broken everything else.
I can no longer move forward in time
For my hands are stuck
Cursed to tell and retell one minute.

Why would the clockmaker
Turn me into a monstrosity?
Is this a punishment for my sins
Or is it a challenge I cannot win?
Am I broken to start with
Or is this a cruel joke?
I wish not to retell the same time
Because it is a time that haunts me.
A time that has brought me grief.
Fix me, so I may not be stuck.