Letting the rain Tuck your arms beneath the covers. Letting the fallen snow Filter your eyes from the remnants To a pitiful stream of sunlight. I am releasing you Of the guarded you. You held up your shield long ago When you resisted my kiss. I will wake you From this ebony sleep To come into the arms as pale As the time we spent in the sun. I love what wilts Beneath the stained quilts. You have a face that startles the morn Kept in the pages that became so torn. It is to your eyes, embedded in black, Then to your lips, covered in red, That I lay against the sky For you to tell me why. It is to your form, that has graces so worn, That I will love, what can come to above. Unguarding you, means to open the Heavens To grant you my kiss, that you had surely missed.