I have shared a kiss, with loneliness,
And have shared wine, with death, itself.
I have felt music play upon my lips
During when I was lost, in love’s abyss.
I guarded what cannot die,
And, I guarded what should not have decayed
To be spread among the four winds,
Before the times arrives.
My love was a vanishing current,
And this, I realize
Had been the thing to die,
Because, your beauty was merely meant to lie.
To lie, to stay the same,
To never change.
Deception, for you, was never an offense,
Because, I had wanted to protect, in all my defense.