And when the time comes to lay my life down for her, my hands will not tremble.
God shake my soul but let my hands be, for they are hers alone to hold. Bleed these eyes out but let the lungs be so they could breathe around her one last time. Lacerate this face but leave the lips to speak her name again. Take my heart and gash it only if you were to give it to her.
Burn these bones to keep her warm for the lifeless shell lays cold, let this flesh be adorned at her feet like flowers at primaveral.
And, in her name let me leave this letter; my soul will find you home, once again.










