The Vow

This day I make a vow to live again This way I take a bow to leave the rain And step into the sweet sunshine that's you Then send unto the ill-run night what's due Debt paid I'll trade my all to buy your soul Lest fate fights daylight's hold to my lone goal And shroud your perfect frame so beautiful And crowd your curd estate so bountiful. The devil you are or a ghost you be To make the heat that melts a rock as me And send my sleeping heart to a clock race That makes a cheetah seem at a slug pace How then do I give my heart and keep it And what then pumps the blood that keeps me fit? Yet I would gladly pluck it as I stand If breath lingers till it reaches your hand The bloody prize of silent love that is But some day won't be strong or sweet as this.