I have run waves
Over your delicate mouth.
You are everything
I have seen through the thick of time.
I have pulled your limbs up,
That have weighed so heavy
For you to carry.
In your horror, you have stepped only with your demise.
For bluest tears, to a delicate mouth,
For everything I have else seen,
To a mouth, the ocean’s current follows
In great streams, from eyes of compassion.
Though, the pain I feel,
The sickness I wield,
The emotion I know is a shield,
And for us.
All is the love for many
Years in the flowery field.