In the tumult of youth

I forgot about your promise

Of our tryst

My love for live overflowed

In the death of your splendor



And now as I make haste

Towards my own death

My pride breaks

Under its own weight



The clamor of truth

Beats steadily in my breast

As your love

Tears into the sheath of my pain



The sin is mine

And I weep at my unworthiness

To tend your garden