The Lover is a conqueror
whose name is once everyone's
as they search the faces
of strangers for pieces of
themself, in mountains,
in valleys, ‘til the edges of earth
crumbles at someone like You,
the Lover is never another
late comer to your bed
but instead
will lay down their life
To rest as time tries to search
for surrender and finality by
looking inside some meaning and
some conflict and some tender harsh
romping for the Lover never gives
Up too easily to know,

Love is a death
Love is a slumber
Love is to be taken
Love is to be lost

Love is what the conqueror
Could not fend off.