moiety

oh, with these bloodless lips that ache had parched
I stole a sip of love from dreamy thought
then flew my life beyond the gothic arch
to find my way to whom I always sought
and there beneath the bright piercings of light
we made a haven no one else had known
she and I, my sweet Bijou, each night
while intimate and secretly alone
but when that sad day came for her to go
I couldn't bear the thought, I couldn't leave
I held against the coldest winds, I know
for everything I always will believe
the way I feel will never be in vain
she let my soul taste moiety again