divine

the moment was lost by the blood of the babe and the falling hearts...

remembering what we made in the night that would make us mortal enemies...

I shall love you and hate you with equal measure and in doing so I will unweave my very fabric...

no design greater than that of the eternal eclipse of our meetings 

we will be tied and untied for infinity, yet in the doing and undoing we still remain as one.

It is my soul which calls in the dark and your heart which sings in the light that will bring this making to our divine.