Sacrificial beauty caresses my lips
Every inch and crevice a treat
For my weary existence; her kiss,
That which is as sweet as a thousand angels, greets me
With each beckon, each embrace,
Tugging on my heart and guiding me through
A forest of love, a meadow of pure grace,
To where my soul sings with each breath of the morning's dew
Which eternally lies dormant upon each blade of grass.
My arms, that which are wound around your body as if vines,
Are reluctant to depart from your warmth as if that would be chastisement
Because for you, I would perish, for that death would be sublime
As would any death with my last sight, touch, being you;
I would fade away, like my last breath, which pronounces my love.
Alas, the words penned by quill and ink upon dried, heavy parchment
Can never accurately, nor profoundly, fathom
The fiery passion which simmers idly in the confines of my withered heart.
Sacrificial beauty within my grasp
Is the love I shan't ever give up once again
Though one must flee from misery's entrapment
For staying would shatter the glorious crystal; an end
Draws near, I see a deceitfully happy sunset on its horizon
And with one last taste of your desire, my lips burn
As my heart freezes, while my blood splinters ice, surmising
That I truly adore, cherish, love you more
For I love you enough to let go of you
My one true love, my other half,
You and your sacrificial beauty.
