The speaking of his name .

Why would his eyes designed by matter 
collate my beating heart,
I have never loved beyond this
Point, but testify to start, has thou been a burden more than to etch emmortal his very kiss, for years apart would render thought,  and days of long to miss

Oh such tormented vows I have not made exchange for mine, he lay is golden fields of forever with my soul entwined,  and the nights lay down with certain,  to touch his face and breaths be sighed,  all the stars in mourning morrow endure as through they've died

For a million breaths behold his beauty,  and come the day awaits 
With peace, that I have loved him past the point of every hearts release,  and in my hearts opinion Make matter then my eyes to gaze, for far away he must of loved 
Forever any ways 

An so forever touched the flames 
Of a night well burning full of stars
A boundary of enlightenment 
Where the healing takes the scars,
Forever seems to waver time, in a courting just the same, I hold most dear to every word, the speaking of his name.