Lovesong

The shell broke,
My soul woke,
I've tried it on,
I don't belong,
To this tired life that reeks of treason,
Money-love, renounce thy season,
You hold me in a velvet cloak.
Tis not the dream of which we spoke.
Is it the dream?Or is love real?
How can I know if I don't feel,
Something binding, soothing, willing.
Love? It feels like tender killing.

Not your fault my love divine.
I can not, will not, shan't define,
Myself, my id, my secret voice,
It leaps from fire, it mourns my choice,
To sit with you in passions' embers,
Weeping for some soul defenders.

And love I flow from secret places,
Can I show my several faces?
What to lose? By bearing pain,
You've tranquilised me, love, again.