Like splitting the atom Isplit myself until nothingremains but the ideaof me in your head.
Love is like marrow to bone,It stays attached whilst living,But as love dies and weakens,Decay breaks the bond.
So, now on I believe that God created humankind, according to His likeness; when I look at you.
Apart from playing a partin taking me apart; youjust looked the part to departby parting my parts.
Under the vault of snow-white heaven, beneath the charm ofmidwinter I picture the home of mine in you.
...and the angel covered his eyes with another world's lightfor her penumbra was notenough to perceive.
Nurturing the blaze in awar of luminescence when light against light for it was provided by you.
I can see you are brokenin such exquisite fashionthat your jagged edges fitperfectly with mine.
You could write a thousand wordsbut you could ne'er write the wordthat whispers in the darkest nightthat word is my soul.