On this deepening twilight
sitting on the bed of grasses
I give you this my love
Roses of words. . .
molded by my love
held by thy love. . .
Forever red, eternal
like our love, they'll stay. . .
Watering it with my blood
feeding it with my soul. . .
* * *
Love, as i take it, is all
that you need to keep going. . .
It teases, it tests, it evolves,
it thrives, and finally it ruptures. . .
And in the final rupture
all is washed away. . .
the zenith of being is attained
and that peace is all that matters. . .
