And your heart is as constant as the oak.
Your voice whispers to me of fecund life,
Your hands are fragrant with the scent
Of waxen lilies cut at dawn.
You exalt me, shame me.
With all your care,
Your gentle touch,
My roots
Wither.
Home.
And love.
Are they enough?
When your lips caress
My unresponsive flesh and kindle
A faint spark for you alone.
When you taste the bitterness of tears
Are you content? I cannot see beyond tomorrow.
I am fading, Sam. The waves erode the shore.
Will our love be strong enough to keep me whole?
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