'Were you honed from poetry? ' I asked your saddened smile. For it seems to tell a longing tale - One of words in oratory That speaks in languid metaphors From lips of mind in deep despair And solitude from inner wars That over time has rendered life so frail. 'Were you carved from doleful prose? ' I sought to ask your gaze, For a pain lies deep within your eyes - One of barren territory Where no fair heart could ever drift And hope to venture back content With grateful memories in a gift - A land of your affectional demise. 'Do I hear a mournful hum? ' I wondered of your cry, For it sings a song of deep lament - One of quiet soliloquy Recited on deserted strands To waves that have no sense of song And only wish to fight the sands - A chant that cites emotional descent. Do you know your face portrays The colours of your soul? It tells me at a single glance Of how you burned your furnace whole To stay the fire in our romance. And see the prismic hues they bore! I cherished all I ever saw: Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic; Reddened tones to match your blush; Marine of pa**ion, spending out your being, Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing The dying light in hush of night. And how you lay there empty. So let me help re-grow the flowers Once erect in fiery showers! For now I've seen what love can do When torn asunder - oh my catastrophic blunder! But we must realise - Our flaming want is meant to be! We are the ocean and the sea; The earth and moon; the sturdy tree: All that makes the 'You and Me.' And this is why I ache. I wish to start again with thee, In close and gripping Synergy of love.