And I As You Ask

every time i have died and she with whom i loved and form hath, a misty fog which i paid, full her dew too her lips more than once. and her last debt where i am good, because. and her mind cast to the heavens became mine too quickly. she/her heart i put out completely with tears of the sky. where her my heart as i watch is still beating. for his love she praises in soft whispers as would the leaves ever green barely discerned apart perceptible from which under the light of the full moon smooth of bark glossy is polished, 'God' so as forth from head of the rivers flow down to the sea where each blade of grass is shown. need loves mine and hast of my thirst gave me all away, hers is the throat squeezed firm and thirsty, their inside i found thee. however and still it melts your mine too me, watching your pulse. you and i so many and much and love is but for each time and i as you ask, you i entreat against the soft cover of dawn. and just the fear of your love and which one will i ask and of each of the four angels, before i would taste such fire again.