Circumstances in Love

In my mind, four islands sit as fleeting subjects.
Upon each a cord bound to corpses in staggering heights.
I will not cinch these ways yielded in my path,
Or regret the errors in human circumstance.
As the dark of night holds grip with fingers fast,
And surly visions awaken with their wrath.
Whence comes the moment most pained and immoral,
The driven are maddened to their helpless screams.
Were it not for the effluence seen clear but not held,
Forever days shall become night.
I have in my hand the comfort that appeases,
To bath in warm waters a weary mind apprehended.
Sleep, let it not be for naught,
Say it as the will of the winds spoken nigh,
Ever increasing the reaches wrought from within,
The delicate whispers to ring through staid tears.
Tranquillity , the pillow of whims to rest,
Peace, beseeched and promised anon,
The procurer and giver be one in the same.
Steadfast pledges:
Gentleness, respect, and above all
Love
To wipe a slate free,
Even if a sentence to be had,
An acceptance would I make,
On your behalf, I would endure
The darkest of nights
And all pestilent fears.
All is said out of love and devotion
To a woman held dear to a heart once empty.
My proclivity to protect; a desire I sustain,
Shall not with time diminish,
Yet flourish as the breeze.


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