Love called the dust away From the ropes you carry in your arms, As you walked free from the ladder That carried your will. Do not end, this way When I still love you. Eyes are all that is left, Before they ever close. Do not lose What we hold between us, Not the ropes, But the gleam of fulfillment. What is love to us, Besides the messages we carry across To the emptiest places That hold none. We still, As we always will Make our love modest. Though, we'll beam, We'll flash Over the Earth, what love should be.