Love like yours, from water and clay, enfolds,

Stealing away both patience and heart's rest it holds.

In his waking, turmoil plays upon his face and brow,

In his sleep, the mind's fantasies bind him somehow.

Place your head upon his steps with truth and grace,

For in his presence, the world dissolves into space.

In the eyes of the observer, your gold shall not appear,

Gold and dust will look the same, both drawn near.

No breath can rise with another by his side,

For none can stay with him, no place to abide.

You may say in his eyes, there lies a home to rest,

But close your eyes, and his place is in your chest.

No thought of others can shame you with their gaze,

Nor strength to endure, for you shall not delay.

If he seeks your soul, you'll place it upon his lips,

And if he lays the sword upon your head, you submit to his grips.