I stand not alone, but apart. Separated by the wealth of my heart. Take me in and give me shelter, pour me love and serve me honor. My peace will enrich you, my joy captivate you, and my simplicity will completely empower you. My treasure is born from a communal chest, easily found by the soul in earnest, and shared with any who show an interest.

A legendary love.
Outlasting man's divide, giving death a shove.
His eyes boldly behold all he has forsaken.
While her stare piercingly proclaims there's only one- her heart is taken.
History takes note of a covenant so rare,
Begging its remains to give up loves heir.
For witnessing such vigor, and partaking in such fumes
Might provoke an ardent quest to unlock the secret of loves bloom.

The scholar tries to play the artist, appropriately appointing his lines, his words are potent and his detail divine. Perfection by standards, a gold mine for the vultures, and one more thing he can say he has mastered. His painting on your wall will not create a wake, and his words on your table will not leave you to think, for what you have acquired is merely a fake.

She wakes in the night to the sound of the moon- eternitys manifest of true loves swoon.
Her eyes are wide with the limitless sky- mystery laden with heavens eye.
She follows its rhythm to the edge of the night, remembering the promises of dawns daylight.

I can live without you, and get along just fine. I can soldier through all the things lost and undone in due time. Every now and then a tear might break through, but I'll remind myself that this is what the independent do. Hide away our junk, keeping emotions at bay, making room for pride to have it's selfish way. I can live without you, but I hope I never do.