A broken heart
pieced together
is stained glass
in the temple
of the soul.

Heartbreak

It's fascinating that a heart
can break so silently.
With nary a whisper,
it lies crumbled at your feet.
Love,
the glue that held it all together.
Loneliness
its absolute defeat.

I yearn alone 
amongst the heavens.
My whisper extends
to caress her soul.

But softly.

Gently.

I've no wish as yet
to end the enchantment
mere mortals feel
within her gaze.
She is the magic of creation.
The wonder of stardust.

She is everything.
She is nothing.

She is.

I've no intent to let her go.
I, the one who set her free.
For, in all of her,
is every part of me.