Away from You

A small poem I wrote for my wife

Through the mountains of razors, and the oceans of fire, I will voyage
out, beyond the imagination of man, myself, and even the darkest forces,
to come to you and love you. Tho my clothes tattered, and my flesh
torn, I'd bury myself alive for you. I'll love you through the hottest
fire and the coldest winters, and no torment is like the torment of
being away from you.