The sea that housed her heart.

 
Where does one begin,  I tell you at the start! How well I knew the day’s and night’s in such a tender way – something unfamiliar come , with sudden dray,  a dreary conception or a phantom after thought,  I was mid between the lines, when my alanor was caught.  Caught by my affection,  caught where hearts proceed to form, and bond between the heavens angels, and the open seas that fraught, down inside the everlasting waves of my contentious  being, I  could not misplace the love and value I was seeing.
                How on earth could clouds define such a tempest way to act, and strike the winds of trouble towards a love way low to act, had there been a lover’s paradise waiting on the shores of hell, a kingdom of my sufferance, I hand and foot had fell, oh nights were sweet within her hold, and gaping wounds belong to the sun,  and there she lay on trepid vows long before I called us one, Ahhh the sweet melancholy of the starlight onlooking the burning  nothing but my sweet surrender left her there but yearning. 
                Solid tears of anguish,  the turning over of that tide,  left her body dosed with white, as if the sand her landing,  snowy lips and pale remains of a smile sure to spark the darkest of flow,  had my mind the very concept where she might long to go. Oh the heavens moved promiscuous and catch a glimpse of her attire and set the boundaries of love, on a whimsical desire, and death became her inner vision and her promise to obtain, but there bewildered was her heart, for pressing love was vain. 
              So the night became her lips all blue stark and deplete,  a love that brought the angels down,  too walk upon their feet, and there the love was forgiven to translate none but burning awe, the light would shine upon the grave of my dear sweet armour. Should the sea obtain her beauty and surge the remaining values to me, her grace be told As ever gold on the wretched waves of thee, I’m am inset to remain here in discontent with loves remains and find my eyes with tears of salt like her perfection framed. 
             How does love leave patterns my skin may brace the times age ahead, my bitter sweet it is this love for Eleanor is dead, wrapped tight in waters breath, and death may keep her still, oh the sorrow of my hearts who longs to hold her dying will. To the cliff she took her thoughts and wind was harrowing just the same, oh sweetly that bitter end had whisked her off again , and rain the stormy seas make wavers out of this fair love, buried down below the tide, as angels watch above.  Silk dress in the eyes of blue and white makes her a bride,  but still the silent ocean seeks to house her and the tide. 
              So I must endure the pain and in my sufferance haunt the hall’s , and plead with any storm that’s comes, or any wind that calls, my Eleanor might resemble the lightest spark of this here heart,  but those whom wish to seek it true shall find it well and dark. I made a vow to undertake my love to my asserting grave and the more I find in life, without her here that sweet death I crave, oh to be the inland where she washed the tears of her affliction,  and gave the more asserting look towards opium addiction where the clouds reach in mind she cast away her guilt there for, and seems as light,  her inner fight had knocked upon the door, of a heaven she once called upon to retreat from her own sorrow,  ask the Lord above her now, for salt like tears I cannot borrow. 
              Love may lead the temptation of a tortured soul to glorious light,  but call upon the very nature to proceed as right, had she not a lifeless limb,  I’d delight within a million trials,  but something reassures my being,  it’s true love that neither fails. There must be a greater theme than death beside her longing heart, for how could she have ever leaped,  but fell where world’s depart, oh the irony of a bitter butterfly to fall from the sky above, I watched as she grew wings from I, and scored the seeds of love,  and so to say I must retrace from moments she has left behind,  and madness seeks to compose my heart, for Eleanor and I were bind, I have loved beyond this frailty the cruelties of a dark displeasure,  and find none but her own heart, in my daily leasure.
            When the season frightened comes  from all the lands beneath that sea, she is that everlasting sanity in the corridors of me, oh cruel and tantalous variations my soul makes grave her breath,  for I must live to tell her story well and due before my death. Objects in the halls of haunting, make shadows of fire in my eye’s , and no one who trespass here, could not hear the cries, such a lady fair with amber, and pale faced just like the sun, can only imagine the pain in her heart, when drowning had begun.
            My poor love had many moments that she could not suppress or tame with joy a missing piece upon the fire and her flame, what makes the heart grow darker than anything else to say the least,  she could not give in to the hunger of deaths beast.  Oh my darling Eleanor who pleased my soul and made thence with love , could never learn the language of her morning dove, but flew from me to an unknown place where grace behold I love her still, like a madman hunted for his breath,  for she shall not nor ever will. And so I must endure the pain unto my death, when the seasons turn, and so the fire in my soul, it is Eleanor then pleased might yearn.
 
 
 
Eleanor’s poems 

Poem one:          (Decorum) .
How bitter sweet is sleep, The pillage of the end, where death evades the breath of life, and silence is a friend,  for what becomes of us and love, does it last eternity and seek freedoms 
Like a dove.
 
Poem two:       (values.)
I cannot place my value on a single string that love would play, for I am mortified that death might take away, all that I had valued in a single note of bliss, and once it comes , the blue unpleasant,  might linger longer 
than a kiss.
 
 
Poem three:        (forgiveness)
Must I ask forgiveness,  from the dark void that steals the light, love would armour any hand, but willingness to fight, for love it lives in shallow ground, the water takes it toll, and there is would justify that ache within
 my soul.
 
 
Poem four:               ( starlight)
This the night so bitterly divided and starlight makes an interesting scene,  but not before we are subsided for all the love that lays between,  how does one then reach the heaven’s , whilst the clouds all rage with rain, and that lonesome wind it calls, unto my
 heart again.
 
Poem five:    ( live in him)
Will the tapestry weave his soul into webs of my sleeping limbs, for I have suffered long and hard but waiting,  for the hymns, a song might play against the waves and morrow bring the dawn, but I have many times before felt as if forlorn,  oh sorrows plague me in the heart,  where he alive can only dwell , and tender I may live in him a holy light as well.
 
 
Poem six:             (clovers in the rain )
 
When the light shines on the clover and rain persists to fall, luck might grant him pardon and not hurt at all, for what of his heart when faith insists he be as brave, only to find his gentle love falls
upon a grave.
 
 
Poem seven:       (  judgement )
Might judgement call this dusty place A lifeless home, and deaths disgrace,  for withered like an evening rose, the ocean greets beside, and throws,  back and forth the moon of night,  only to greet the lending light , which shadow on my pale face,  and all those angels lead with grace, to a paradise unknown,  when seeds of love are set aside,  because that love
 had slowly died. 
 
Poem eight:               ( alleviate my pain) 
If the harrowing wind shall brace these arms,  like they have never loved before, and heavens grounds shall reap thus soul, in high tides evermore,  should you find the cold limbs of an enchanted tree, turning barren,  no fruits,  held down by the seasonal rupture of a seaside , down with roots, buried in a tomb misplaced, when grace has left the light, behind, alleviate my pain my darling for love I say 
 I’ve lost my mind.
 
Poem nine:          (surrender not to death)
Surrender not to death my darling,  for long might angels sing, what i cant nor dare to say as an offering  surrendered hearts they plead for light,  and mine well due might glow, but only as a star might wonder,  towards the night and so , deep breaths would have been hard  below the tiding sea, and as you know,  I loved the so
More than life in me.
 
Poem ten:            ( reconcile )
Can you begin to reconcile the love within your heart my dear, for all is dark without a flame,  and I  fear the end is near, how does one tell the heart to stop, it loves forever just the same,  and nothing can relieve that ember of my aching pain, for I am lost amongst the dark  , my darling , awaiting the coming light, and so I say , it soon is day
But leave thee in the night.
 
 
 
The only letter I could not send
 
Dearest beloved,  
     Do not weep for I am sleeping and paradise it holds the light,  a frail moon, would lay with doom and all the star’s would fright.  But you my darling Edgar,  might not understand me now,  long ago we were so young and strong enough some how, my very weakness proceeds me, to the cliff face and the tide, a place of rest for ghosts they haunt, I kept it all inside, I shall lay with sorrow at the rushing of the stormy sea, and there make heavens angels come, and waves would cover me, and love would neither part the way, it lives eternal like our vow,  you may hold my heart against the pressing chamber now, so leave not the window open, and place more rose to pasture there, for I was loved so tenderly,  but in my depths despair, forever seems to promise something,  I know you'll love and never leave, but ghost or darkness,  I had nothing but my lungs to breathe, in my shallow water the rocks make better use of me, and so my tears lay hollow, too
Into the deepest sea, where loves sweet accordance won't crave me in the wretched end
For you my sweet darling,  were my one and only friend.  Love me in the seasons when the amber takes to heavens sky, and leave me not without a rose
beneath the tide, for I . 

Eleanor.
 
 
As so loved for many years, my Eleanor of light, and as the haunting so begun,  it was my only right. Needless to say I loved her hard, embrace she was by deaths great tide and I was broken beyond measure for my darling bride.
 
There lays a tomb of troubled souls, whom could not bare the other leave, and so one died, the other cried, and haunted I believe. 
 
Two ghosts may travel the waves,  of love into the ocean deep,  love forever haunts, the halls in shadows that they keep.