Upon my shoulder.

Could my heart console the timing of his breath relayed in mine to touch

As though the winter warmed the now, and ice then melts as much,

Restlessness upon my shoulder,  had my arms then been delayed 

There's an empty corner,  where my love had laid 

In a subtle light I found that heaven seems as bound
for glory,

And he seeks to tell the tale in every loving story 

Where once the love had open wounds, a heart to mend 
each beat,

An so I found that ghosts still dance,  without the use of feet

Ahh the thought of heaven now, a brighter shinning place he reads,

As I the seamstress of his heart, sow the romantic seeds

Into the night of moonshine above,  and coat the stars so high with love

In our place where passions soar,  and likened love is all but raw

To be as one inside the womb
And death seeks nothing 
But a tomb

In life's sweet gesturesand embrace,  upon my soul he truly traced,

The ending vow of loves concord, whilst all the angels love applaud.