devided me from ethereal places to which I had disguised.
I thought of you when my feet touched the soil, i saw again your face,
the last of you is all immortal, your soul’s the last faint trace.
I keep with me the thought of you right where i’d hang a pin,
and deep under the curls and tassles, I let the demon’s in.
I thought of forgetting, I’ve tried and succumbed,
but to you I’m nothing, thus nothing Ive become.
there cannot be another day that i will not love you,
just in truth, i’d only forget if my heart snapped in two.
despite your crude ways and devil’s tongue, I still cannot disclaim,
the changeless turrets of adoring, my heart’s fair sought acclaim.