Once more, once more, once more;
The beauty that was hidden flashes forth and writhes in joy and pain.
Your voice, your touch, how could this love have been in vain?
You have, you hold, we share and breathe and sleep in endless ecstasy.
How precariously we slept was so completely lost on me.
Now the nefarious gods of probability must shine light upon futility
A love built on fragility has never been so near to me.
To lose you once, is to do again, to return and love and loathe.
A love so ecstatic has never felt so sombre and so low.
A roaring scream, my flittering dream lost in an ebb and flow.
The only truth remains unsaid; I don’t want you to go.
