love. (vii)

I speak and dream of love and beauty as if it were already mine
The more I desire, the quicker it eludes my grasp
Can I bear the crushing of my heart time after time?
I laugh; can no longer cry and already have died perhaps
Crucify me now! That I may feel a pain greater than the one I bear
Are listening? Can you hear through the doors of my soul?
No. It's apart of me, wishing it or I would disappear
Or gather tiny pieces back together in a whole.
Each piece - a puzzle finest as the dust of the earth
These seeds have but one want - growing whole in love again
But carries with it all I am and all that I am worth
I'll seek until I die and prove my love was not in vain.

All in this world and life may not be as it seems
Reality may lie within the dreamer and his dreams.