Nothing of you can retain me. Shear bonds of stronger adamanth may but shatter about in shards as painful as seperation. See in the often dying sun a perfected reflection of the destruction that will reign upon your hearts' clockwork dyings.
Cannot, in your heart and soul, you realize that I am such to break over the outcropped rocks. Hope is lovely till it comes to the saving times, and the unhealing wounds, and the swells that overtake one, tearfull in their salt spray.
In your eyes I see such things as beauty and truth and the idyllic ways of youth.
Caste is set Dear. I know our place is not in shared arms. Such things being inacceptable; to the heart and soul, fierce in its desire, checked by reality. You are a high end than I can forbear in such least painful ways. Social issues and the whole round kill are in that tale, as the cinderella story that it wont be.
to care and to love are two diffrent things. I cannot be with her, but dream of you. Seeking her and knowing it is all aesthetics. Can such slow consuming flames be allowed to gnaw so much longer-
Is the fated heart break worthy? You could wound my mortal heart, as surely as the lead that will end me on the field of disrespected honor, without sound, without deed, but with simple mislaid thought. And I but a hurtful boy, training to die well, would suffer you to Alpine hieghts, would hold you in the warmed embraces of a heart bleeding out. Fate to be assured, is nothing to grapple with, but to rage with heart beats quickend and souls desire stirred. You compelled me.
You burn brightly and fall terribly or simmer on the ground in security, easily overpassed by all. I, in the desire of my soul, will burn out upon entry to your heart, gladly. Your graces pulled me thus strongly, into orbit into free fall into you, wont you allow it?
Eyes that burn relaxed.