Our gazes each pierce
Tell me what conjures thee?
‘My face in thine eyes
Thine and mine appears
And in our hearts, one in love.
A love that cannot be slackened
Nor for anything broken!
For these times that ours be
Peaceful methinks they are.
But
Peace can be a treacherous war
And the bliss of what we
See
The precedents of chaos and war
The art of our own mar
I would swear by oath
Stand with and by
You
Never letting you cry
Nor this oath
Solemn
Breach or broke
For in the chaos n despair
Through the pain n madness
Our hearts seas of bliss…
« return.