Theibes

You are the passion in which I entwine my soul. You make the air sweeter to breathe, the light warmer to my being. When you are with me the world is a much more beautiful and peaceful place. Upon separation, I miss you.  I really, actually, do. You paint the colors of my days, and wrap my soul within the comfort of night. When, on days of separation, I see your face or hear the melody in your voice or the wit within your text I am filled with warmth. You have seen my trials - or wars, if you will, - yet hold me with tenderness. This will not be forgotten, you have my word And my love. You are my wings and I will be yours.

With your last breath you told me -           Stinking, Breaking, Burning Striking, Taking, Turning                  Dousing, Facing, Spurning      Bleeding, Barking, Hurtling Hurtling Into Madness               Flying Into Darkness                            Fading Into Sunset