Love was so wild In you, When faces had for fragile forms, Quaking hearts, Bleeding arms, Broken souls, in the memories of our dear moments We did not ever weep, We did not need to sleep. Could you have left Your cross to the soil, Letting it grow something beyond the pain? You had died for another's smile, You had died for another's longest while. You were above, in the arms of mine, Though you would fall on the thorns, Where you were entwined. Our opened eyes Were upon each other's skies. Soaring over the ocean, once apart From the breath of sadness. Love had remained the child To spark a newness, a beginning To something never to call an ending. Now I will love what died. Upon my own eyes, Love once had wings. Love could sing Tunes to graze the shores, Believe in more Without the death of it At its rotting door.