Love has no mastery
Under weathered wings
Enveloped, clouds of misery  

Love has no clamour
In screeching tongues
Envenomed with glamour

Love has no prediction
On provoking thoughts
Enticed with malediction

Love has no ground
Above the fractures
Enabled with marching sounds

His arm shears the stars
That entwined our endearment
And is eternal no more.