Love Beyond the Pale

You lay upon the warm wet earth now ripped from limb to limb. Your present shape denies the girth of your form in its prime. A life cut short and denied its worth about you ivy climbs, my love for you evokes the hearth a bonfire which knows no end time. Now fallen, slain, cast for rebirth, the core of you sublime, an earthly stump, at forest skirt reminds me of grand times. Soon, I too will go beyond the earth recalling passion's prime, through the veil of life unearthed my heart returned to thine. *ballad