I spent hours in my room
In the dark, softly whispering
My heart cracking and breaking
I wanted to be wanted
I wanted to be desired
I wanted to be cared for
I wanted to be needed
I wanted to be loved
And then, under the pale moonlight,
You appeared

I know you’ve closed the church door
Allowed the blood to dry in your mouth
Allowed the body to disintegrate into dust
But I have not
I believe that our fates are intertwined
That a red thread ties us together
I believe that He crafted you to match my prayers
Fire for your hair
Ocean for your eyes
Parchment for your skin

And ivory for your teeth
The winter trees and autumn leaves adorn you
Ink in your blood
The spirit of Stoppard dances on your lips
Honey in your laugh

You are perfection in ways I couldn’t imagine
Ways I could not have thought of
Created by the Great Alchemist
You could not be mortal, tainted and blemished
You must be divine
Encased in a golden glow
My heart beats gently in your hands
And you lay it upon a delicate pillow
Caressing it and whispering sugared words
It beats slow and settled
It is safe in your hands