sheathe

no matter what my dreams may be to thee
it is a many splendored thing to me
a dream where i could be forevermore
the one whose eyes you achingly adore
for all i truly know within my heart
is that to hold this in i fall apart
i dream, i yearn to die, i die, i die
i bid you well and then you say goodbye
and yes, you are the passion in my soul
the very 'me' i pour out so un-whole
from where i know my essence lights the way
to where my words could be the words you pray
you are my fire, you will remain, you'll breathe
as all the love i urge myself to sheathe