The Timbers Of My Heart

What builds the steeple of my soul

as the timbers of my heart

I would gladly take apart,

remove each piece that gave me life

if any single part

could ever being one moment of peace

unto the one I love.

 

For I could I ever feel content

while my darling stood in a storm?

Would I truly breathe and thrive

when I heard her sob from the showers?

 

All I have and will ever be

is but ruins if I see her tears,

nothing could rise inside my spirit

that I wouldn’t gladly use as planks

so her feet my find a path

away from the threat of sorrows.

 

Because I can only truly

find my own happiness

after watching her walk in safety

beyond the risk of floods.

 

If a lost should come unto my essence

and it be ravished by fate,

happily I would endure that tragedy

with all its consequence

even to the steps of a grave

should it grant my love

a precious pardon from any calamity or curse,

which the winds of time

might blow across her sweet, angelic face.