It’s how the story goes
The most beautiful self
You cannot share the rose
Too beautiful for the world
When your flower arises’
Hands take lead to heed
And in stolen demise
Tear away at the stem
Your vibrant arms
Your flower of life
They hoard for themselves
Your beautiful light
Those fiery petals
Rising up towards the sky
Are twisted off and pocketed
In a burglars surprise
Reach out to protect you
I will arouse what you gift
To require your safekeeping
Before the bandits of life
Twist off the remaining love
Snap off your precious sight
Come round ringing
The kissing bells
Circular fire blooms up
Stepping over the devil
As you light up the room
Impeccable love to stand guard of
From doom the flaming wings
Of the angel uncovered
Exposed you are to me
© GÄ
Poétique 