Loving Thorn

Desired did I once a heart,
So lost was i in its charm,
Failing to see it's thorns.

I bled till it masked her view,
The pain in my heart,
So much more than my body,
That I found comfort in losing flesh.


Why, craved my dying heart,
Was it wrong to see you,
To want to be with you,
To love you even far away.


Was it a giggle or a sneer,
Was it my breath or my soul,
Whatever was your parting gift,
It tore something in me.


Yet I feel still,
Feel the hunger,
Not of flesh or water,
But of your scent and smile.


Dreaming of a moment,
Where I held your hands,
Where I could see myself in your eyes,
Our thoughts similar; yet so far,
Unbridled desire for each other,
Only it was a moment of dream.


Is it wrong to still leave hope
In my broken hall?
To wait for your return,
To believe it will be whole again.



Come winter it will be a cycle,
Those months of our beginning,
Where I first froze at your heart,
When I was lost to your call,
For it to be now, is heaven decreeing
A befitting time to our epilogue.