A Cello Soft

A cello soft: my spark aflame: my restless heart: my deathless
Pang. For spear to love, our cupid slain, the kef of love, the
Blood of bane. And sophic fringe, the cringe of sight, the binge
Of grief, the reach of light. But tears afresh, the soul to flight,
The wave of hertz, the cave of life. For pulse to heart, aflame
The pleat, the gilt of pain, the grains of wheat. And torch to
Field, the guild of scars, a thread of beads, a flare of stars. And
Surge to wing, the urge to fly, the need to live, to bleed the sky. 

A cello soft: my spark aflame: my restless heart: my deathless
Pang. For scythe to love, to glean the soul, to wean the ache, a
Tare to gold. And sagic flame, the prose of life, the throes of
Love, the drums of plight. But omic soul, the waves of peace,
A prudent stream, to calm the beast. And surge to wing, the
Urge to fly, the need to live, to bleed the sky.