I am filled up

filled up with rage and love

for you

my passion, yes, has come to this

a woven man

tears himself in twos

parts in sadness, parts in bliss

But the beauty of your eyes

is worth all the tears

to fill my heart

to fill my soul

what was made of copper

burns to gold

With this passion

a truth so bold

we best be wise

not to touch it

the pain of now

cannot us blemish

for there may come a day

again I trust

when a heart beats

because it must

O, and how I suffered

believing in you vice

and how I came at once

to realize

that I held up the good in thee

and you in I