O' how I sought thee, in song, in prose, O' ye far from sight, nearest to the heart, shall I make thee a bracelet of strung tears or would a necklace suffice, the jewel, my beating heart. I shall walk, if you beckon it, till my feet bleed and the lands end, I will go on, I will enter the seas, I will drown, still I will walk crossing all depths, till I chance by you again, trailing blood, my feet gone, on my knees, I will steal a look and go on.
You could tell me to close my eyes and I would be blind forever. If you said to hear no more, I would nail my ears shut, if you once said to be quiet, I would hold my breath and not even die, for if I did, I would fall. And though the angel might visit, I would beg with tears in my eyes, to let me be, standing still for the sake of my promise to the beloved but if he were to insist, I would take up arms and wage a war against existence the likes of which the heavens has not witnessed, I will take on all rules that be, teary eyed, consumed with