You told me once, and, I believed,
of Eden's gate. The cleansing place
for dreams and those things wrong with us.
Secreted from others, unaware,
deposited like a treasure to keep safe,
only to look at when alone and quiet
This I accepted as your gift,
as the grail to guide me. To help
make me strong. To help ease my pain.
But, love is an inconstant friend,
easily damaged and lost amid the horizon.
Why would you share it away to another?