Like grass so green, his eyes capture my soul

And raven’s wing his heart a fleeting song

His mouth so sharp each word doth take its toll

And ne’er a plight I e’re held to for long

His skin, it shines so bright and cold and clear

Like midnight oil I grasp and hold in dark

Clutched to my breast like truth I hold so dear

And fan to flame once was a little spark

His fiery hands they burn inside my head

Like thoughts so warm and close they fall from grace

Each breath I hear my ears they feel so dead

And hope descends, like morning, to its place

I part my lips and speak his name like ash

And feel the waves, like agony, and crash