Tasked to love, the promise-makers,
Asked to sing in harmony,
Fled from all our lost tomorrows,
Seeking stain and ecstasy.
Sped by all the roadside warnings,
Bled by those who’d bleed us dry,
He owns not who merely borrows,
Peeking at an errant sky.
She that makes my heart to wander,
Key to all I seem to seek,
Masked by all her joys and sorrows,
Finds me strength when I am weak.
Made the promise, tasked to loving,
Asked to sing a song as one,
I’d trade no one for this pleasure,
Minds that love is…