Over the days,
I've grown weary;
be as it may,
I say simply:
Love, I miss you,
and I long for
moonlight's faint hue
to touch us once;
That one day we
might find somewhere:
an untouched peace
with none to care.
A day is all
I desire
to dis-enthrall
my burning fire.
Fire, it consumes,
and, love, fire will
bring one's blithe doom;
fire seeks to kill.
Never shall I
falter nor fall,
be as it may:
I will love you through all.
