Light
my life with
that ever-burning flame.
Carry my heart upon the winds and
allow them to cascade against the cresting waves.
The beacon of your howling soul calls
to the deserted tips of my sails,
only to bring me weary
onto your hungry
sands.
Love me sweet light of mine
for, my spirit craves that blinding shine.
Hold
me within the
aching vessel, protecting
me from salty tears that threaten
the tender spots. My breath shall sound your
bells, whilst the beat of your heart
knowingly guides us through
the darkness that life
shadows around
lovers.
Love me sweet light of mine
for, my spirit craves that blinding shine.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Nice use of repetition in this. The layout enhances and doesn't detract. There is an innocence and fragilness, i am not sure if I know the right word, that makes me want to sweep you up in my arms and tell you how you have nothing to worry about at all, I am here. I would say the piece works very well. 
