GITI

## I. Miles dissolve where pulse meets bone, Your silver ring, now mine alone, Moments quick as mercury fall, I'll find you past the ache, through all, Touch your soul where flesh has flown— See what love makes of stone. ## II. When grief's shadow steals your light, I'll weave dreams through fractured night, Let me press my ghost to yours, Keep the ring that memory scores, Through each breaking, hold you tight— See what love makes of night. ## III. Your whispered name unravels thread, From copper earth to morning's red, Love's a hunger, sharp and true, A promise that our hearts pursue, My last breath before I'm dead— See what love makes of thread. ## IV. In the spaces between heartbeats, Where time forgets its own deceits, I am paper, you are flame, Rivers run where embers claim, Watch our elements compete— See what love makes complete.