I long to stay consumed in your safe care;

I bargain with the clock’s incessant beat.

The striking force of summer’s mighty flare

is but a breeze with you; so strong, but sweet.

I drown beneath the tide of your soft sigh

and crave a place in which our souls entwine.

Within this sacred hour of time’s harsh tie

your beautiful entirety is mine.

And yet this hour is but a fleeting beam

that’s smothered by November’s sombre gloom,

for soon you’ll drain me of my only dream,

and leave for her, with me trapped in this room.

So now my chest retains a damaged part,

for it is her, not I, who owns your heart.