To my love

By Maria

Whimpering your name became my only chores

My wrenched rattled heart crashed upon the scathing shores

Calling for you is the only language now I speak

Your absence, a cavernous moat where the phantoms bawl and squeak

Time flies, the marionettes race behind

But this maiden, hemmed in by your invisible chants, knits the dreams for the romantics and blind

Darling, this road is getting harder, how do we save this holy art

Will you stand beside, when the heavens do us part?

Your lover surrenders, weary of the world such uncouth and hollow

But darling, your existence makes me a child, loving you is the only religion I follow

By Maria