The night I’m dreading

Alas,
I perceive the dreaded night of my lovers senselessness
Night,
When her voice shan’t desire to pronounce the syllables of my name
The dew that drops will be much like the liquid that will leave her eyes
On that day,
It would be it best that a sickle would refrain to cut my fingers
Rather than I hold her hands in vain

Although I’d kiss the worst of a toad’s rear half
Then gloriously take her exquisite soul in arms
If I could...
Yet I feel I sense the dreaded night
Or would it be daytime?
Her departure seen in the defined forms we see in sunlight?
Perhaps that will be the case...
As her shadow leaving last would cast a darkness on my heart
Ever longing yet put to my partners disgrace
As her least finished, most disfigured art

I remember the first day I had your core
Clasped in mine
Like a berry
We were picking berries
When your smile attended the courts of my soul
My temple adored your inside outward glow

The first seconds of our first time kiss
On a hill embracing
And now
As I reminisce...

I fear the dull glow of the time you choose to leave me
I request that you not to go
But will you listen?
I assume you beg differ
Your lips will state, tell me no

Although I recall our first argument
A light moment in the past
Over one of my misdoings
Giving my heart and not my soul
Alas!

Our connection lost its mass...

Sorrowfully I will not recall your love
But our moments will last in a memory
If not ours, that of someone who dwells above