Fill my heart with sweetness
And gauge our breadth of love.
And write a melody
Of you and I engulfed in waves
Of serendipity.
Write a sonnet filled with words
That speak of our oblivion
To all the hurting loneliness
That dwells and thrives inside.

Remind me of the times before
In which I knew you not,
When all was well but all was hell
Within the scatters of myself  
That lay upon the stage
Splayed out for judgement day.

Remind me of the times before
In which I knew you not,
When I would sell my heart unknowing
Of the pain that was to follow.

Remind me of the times to come
In which I love you not,
When I'll let go of all of this mess
And cease to cause further distress.