Beneath The Waves

Touching your skin is heaven's most sacred greatness,

I marvel at my hand running down your face as some never come to meet love's true substances.

Go gentle out upon what you seek,

By angels watching each night and day,

I remember when we said forever,

I opened all my heart to love

Like autumn leaves that drop down to wooded steeps, our world hath chang'd to bitter scorn and mock what we thought fares with eternity's stream,

Now you hate every part of me and

Bid farewell to life with our hearts completely,

Perhaps I never touched you as you touched me,

Dearest love, you grip the sun in my world, Truth matters not in your sculptured thought; how sadly i call to you now,

How long before this dream is banished?

Death be more contented than this cruel decree,

Long years are measured against barriers now gone, neither sneer nor hell had taken us apart;

it is irony not lost on me that a dreadful fiction crumbled our affinity,

A star interrupts the heavens as night holds you,

I see your reflection upon this river where memory claims our lives entwined;

What has happened here?

You were happy with love. but now thou fall beneath waves that pull you away

unto death’s mournfull sight,

I have promis'd thee always to fight for your sake,

If indeed abandon ship should be the only answer found to make you rise above the sea, I wont let you drowned now,

Even if it means endless shadow below the depths for me.

He Writes Love,

-Xtian