Eurydice

Sing to me a song,
sweeter than what I feel in my heart.
If such a melody existed,
than surely it was created
the moment we met
Because when I met your gaze
I knew I'd bleed my soul for you.

I'd take the pieces of
- what used to be -
this broken heart,
scatter them at your feet
and fall upon my knees.

Yes.

I would fall before you;
beg and surrender beneath you.
Anything . . .
. . . just to feel your touch. . .

Sanctified,
through you,
I am whole again.

I am complete.