What is love if not
the peaceful hues
watching you dream
the life you desire.

What is love if not
wanting to be
the prince to thee,
the man you aspire.

What is love if not
finding eternal bliss
watching you dance
with joyous eyes.

What is love if not
the bleeding heart dying
when during a fight
you say goodbye...

The battle called Life...

Lying foetal in a dark corner
clinging on to scattered splinters
desperate to stay adrift
sieving through
the life of a million pieces
battling forever
surging tugs from the eternal abyss...