To be taken over by love
Is to be torn asunder
I want no part
Cried my heart
Beating its rhythm
Against my chest
Pumping life through
That which would wither and die
If tangled in the thorns
Again
There we sat
For long and long
Needing love but
More than that
Needing self
To subsume one with
The other
Would be a death
Everything we’d known
Knew our empty fate
Alone
Or worse
Entombed
Where the cries and the sighs
And the whispers of the crushed
Echo endlessly
Through the rolling fog
What, then, the light
Breaking through?
Touching these walls
So carefully built
I watched them crumble
Before you
Saw you step through
The dust and mess
The chaos and fright
The doubt and fear
To find me
What, then, of love?
Of my heart?
Of tearing
Of breaking
Of withering of dying
What, then, but love
Blooming