Kiss my solemn face
With your lacy ivory trim,
That widens my eyes
In a stunned awe.

Kiss my strands of lament,
That blind me evermore
From this wicked humanity
I thought I ought to seek.

Caress my golden cheek,
And lie upon my skin so tender.
Freeze my teardrop's entity
Into a beauty resembling you,
And together you can waltz,
Under yonder morning skies,
Into the blissful, chandelier castle
That has never been.

That mightn't be.
Let it be.