(to love)

Through latin hymns with sadness ring,
I hear the melody strong you sing
Over ocean waves which hold no end,
Through words of steal my hand doth bend.
Your voice I hear like airy gold,
In a heart shaped box, your promise I hold.
With breath held fast and fingers crossed,
I pray the gossamer dream be not lost.
And if by dawn the distance fades,
If when light comes, the nightmare abates,
May fingers clasp and hearts resound,
With the joy and delight of happiness found.