Until the Sun Burns Out
My dear, I will love you until the Sun burns out.
Oh but, even when it does, that glimmer in your eyes will not subside to hitch my breath.
I sometimes see the same warmth in your gaze.
And what warmth!
How I long for you to see me.
I am shrouded, under this hood.
For there is too much to lose, too much.
And all is void of hope.
Do you hear the music?
Those chiming bells that sing.
Your lips move in sync, and I could sigh.
You make music wonderful.
It is as if I am burned.
By something great.
Very feverish to the touch.
The contact feels like magic.
I long for things I cannot.
My love, I would hold you even after the Sun burns out.
In fear you would fade away.
And stay you would.
Your tears would not be swimming, my sweet.
No shimmery mess upon your cheeks.
If you had let me hold you.
I would never leave.
If I had wings now, I would tear them out.
Oh, how passive I feel.
The chance rushes me by, like a taunting wind.
'Tis dreadful when you cannot reach.
Happiness is overrated, thinks I, at your wedding today.
My angel, epitome of life's cruelty, I long for you.
I know this shattering of my heart cannot be good.
Yet I will love you until the Sun burns out.