andreya

You're very good.
They say, "Don't trample hallowed ground."
For you, I would.
Behind my face,
I am but crumbling into pieces
Like a rock that's giving way
To gusts of wind.

I smile at you,
And I am humbled just to know
That you breathe, too.
If I could hold you in my charms
My joy would drown me,
But there's no pain, no shame, no death
I would not suffer
If I could be your slave and master
Till the end.