My love for you cannot be cut down by the Sword of Damocles

or pierced by an arrow from the Epirus Bow.  The temple of stone,

built from our passion, is where I worship your place by my side.

Licentious thoughts, dormant without the cry of spirits to plead

through the night, fade into a vacuous void of contempt; for to avenge

the past with avaricious actions would only impede unknown glories

yet to come.  Adoration abounds – you are part of me that can never be unravelled.

To forget where I end and you begin is something truly joyous to behold.