She offered up this fruit as salvation for my soul.
Her sly, haunting smile so mysterious to behold.
Little did she say on that strange and frightful day.
A silent referendum on my path of slow decay.
Her look was all it took to bring me to my knees.
A forsaken love separated by far too many degrees.
As for the lonely heart that beats against all time,
Beyond infinite springs of water drifts the long lost lover’s rhyme.
And if my flesh be the moist dark soil of her pain,
Then the distorted image of my world will be her only gain.
A tree of veins cast a shadow of my anger once concealed.
But in her eyes I saw a garden of light to be revealed.
A fantasy once dreamed can find its path to reality.
She reached for my hot hand and beckoned, come with me.
For we are one and the same soul nourished by our strife,
Saving me from battle and dust, my love, my life, my wife.