Calculating the time of my presence, I endure your shape shifting demeanor for my character of love.
Sent to nurture love, my love has been stolen beyond the conditions of my plight seen in due time.
My body has become a graveyard of love for your possession; my heart is imprisoned in your flow of life.
Do you love me without my eyes hurting for unseen foreclosures; my ingredient is my mask of emptiness.
Shown the borders of my demise I concentrate on your freefall of touches and I descend to blamelessness.