The Union

If it was just the skin,
would the beauty it held be the same.
If it were just the bones,
would it value more than the naked shame.

If it was just the body,
would it be loved and be game.
If it was just the soul,
would she be seen ever again.

If it was just the heart,
would it be precious untamed.
If it was just the feelings,
would it make a difference if insane.

If it was not the union,
Would love ever take the shape
skin and bones,
body and soul,
heart and feelings.
Lest if it should be just us,
Would we have lived without them.

The Lone Candle

A pure heart inside him in flames,
He knew he had it out of his hands.
A moment of despair in him,
But yet smiling rejoicing the pain he stands.

A tinge of tear starts to shed,
And he let himself away gradually Melt.
But more than losing his body instead,
The stronger of losing her the fear he felt.

And no more could his fragile body could take,
Crushed and burned his body did break.
But the passion of his love burning high
the flick of flame still prevailed,
till the lone candle died in his dregs.
And the flame echoed his love over his body still sailed.