Beloved,
This love has made roses grow from my heart;
Every thorn a memory of you.
Bring me to my knees at last,
If what you've sworn to me, untrue.
I've never known a love that would put agape to shame,
But our garden of truth takes the rightful reign.
Your sun it beams down, giving life to all I have known.
Water pours from my eyes, and nourishes all fate has been shown.
Vines run up and down my spine, reminding me of all I have given.
Stretching out into the depths of you, my soul drowning in sweet
crimson.
So let me know or let me be,
For I will reawaken in a new destiny.
Because if this life you’re living is one where I am stranger;
Let my flowers run dry.
For I have known beauty, not even death can deny.
