since i’ve left you in my garden alone, like i promised never to do; you’ve found your sun.
since i’ve left you in my garden alone, like i promised never to do; you’ve found your sun. i cannot blame you for this.
and my love you’ve returned to my arms from hers. for the best? i can only dream so.
i am so happy to have be betrothed to you again my dear yet saddened at the bittersweetness that is her.
my heart can only dream of what it would have been like to love you both. woe is it that i may only love one.
certain of the sun is as cold as the lord though we’re happy;
certain of the sun is as cold as the lord though we’re happy; bliss calls for me in the comfort of your touch.
your touch that i, for the first time clothed myself in the safety of brought me back to wanting you again.
i will not be tempted or conceited by this. you, dearest angel, are now my priority. i have you back from her. now i must keep you
though my thoughts spend hours in the memories of her, beautiful forget me not bliss. for we cannot be each other’s true loves kiss.
but don’t fret, for she is in bliss with persephone in love as i am with you again, my angel. we may never part in love. but our hearts rest in their home places, like once before; the shellac coat.