Sweet guardian of my heart:

too long the raging fire burnt my veins 
        and you soothed 
                       searing flesh 
                       and 
                       boiling blood 
with hands of tender skin
        and lips of the
                        purest
                                 love
Now with no door to open this corner anew 
            I am faced with your image
                        burnt veins
                        seared flesh
                        boiling blood
            In saving me you did condemn yourself 
                        to the fate of fates
                        the oath of oaths
                        the death of deaths

(I have loved you for so long I could love you and not know it)