My love shied far under shields of sharpness
Through tunnels and trenches, the like
I stayed behind to lurk in the darkness
And lie alone in my thought each night.
Two writers in search of a thesis
One in which we wait to see
The Gods in Heaven gave us words to please us
As well as giving I to you, you to me.
And I but a calling from your mind
And you but the iron in my veins
In hopes of the treasures we may soon find