It should not be
for the want of love
for my sake alone
that I seek your heart
but rather that I can give
more than I should take-
that which but seeks its own
is but a blemish
upon the sweetest rose-

it should not be
for my comfort or consolation
as I stretch out my pleading hand
but rather that your tears
I am nearby to wipe away
to hasten to and stay
by your side
in self-oblivion
and surrender
as the bleakness
of darkness falls
and both you and I
in the deepest silence
into our eyes we'll look
where love harkens
and its radiance so bright
that it would never die--

it should not be
and how unworthy
of me
to make you promise
you'd give up all
in self-denial
in sacrifice
blind-folded in trust
in giving yourself away
and no longer belong
to yourself--
for you I must
be lesser than myself
the testament I must write
across the vastness
of the sky
should read:
'But for you
there would be no 'I'--

it should then be
that this our destiny
shall bind us in unity
as the splendour
and beauty
of every note
in an ending symphony.