My love for you is like the setting sun—
Which doth steal the precious rays from the earth,
Just as you will have my lock'd heart undone
To snag, from its home, the love I bear thee.
But the sun doth also carve a new path,
One the orb'd moon scales with majestic ease.
So she may rise to shine amidst the stars.
As you allow me to break from my bonds
To live on loving in such a pale night.
But if not be the setting sun— instead
Carry the face of the clear, rolling tide.
Which with whatever storm or torment bring
Stays constant as the breath of coming spring.
So that wherever life choose to take me
I know the place where in my love doth rest;
And to there, may I forever digress.
Yet, if come with the tide, an ill unease—
Take not its form, rather that of a man.
And be that man, which my heart doth long for:
Speak his mind, wear his name, love with his heart.
Sing in mine ear love's chilling, siren song,
Whisper sweet nothings, let them fall like rain
Around me- shower me in love, dear love.
Oh, I care not what the future may hold.
For with your love, I can defeat hellish wrath,
Climb mountains, sink to seas' watery depths-
Yet emerge unscathed, protected by love.
So be my sun, my tide, my own heartbeat;
Take of me what you will- and in return,
Leave me nothing but love's steadfast promise
To repeat in my heart until, with time,
The sun doth meet the water with a kiss
And sinks below her blue surface to sleep.