Love. Does love have a purpose?
Does it sit and wait to fill the heart
and pump my flesh with a face
flushed?

Do I wish for life to go on beating,
do I wish for madness to refrain
my aching? Do I wish for love to
be married and dated,
does that love call something
mated?

We loved each other dearly,
it's though we bore a child,
a bond that I guess was not
rooted, but yet we pulled each other
apart.

Was it worth that loving you,
to tear apart, away, and day,
to see the stars in all the skies
make brightness flow in brightness
yonder.

I see the sky and reflect the times,
before I knew you, I divide the time.
After I met you, and fell in love,
I could have lived without my knowing
you, but I feel I'll die with your parting.

I whisper simple songs and laments,
death's door it makes my calling,
I am to open and walk outside,
I know that it was worth the time
to have loved that someone else.