Without thee, Folded, clasped in arms that do not break Against the wind, I have emptied My heart into a solemn void. What kisses are there, to make for The endearment of a thousand more Like yours? What replacements Can I fathom for the taking Of those, I will dispose, When none come near, to bring me to tears? Your eyes, Your heart, I do adore, under the heaviest moon While the sun lays buried in its casket, While the night unfolds one droplet of a tear Into my opened mouth. My heart is knotted around edge to destiny, While you bequeath the child, who crawls further to thee. You have beauty singing everything That can melt, For your wings Are heavy with the mirrors you can bring. There is something within a cup Made of frost, snow, and wax. There is everything to melt of your gaze into my heart, There is everything to drink of your delicious voice.