The perfect mate for my imperfect phase
Had once cried out to fold her in my heart
But chemist’s nightmares will not let us choose
To tame the threat’ning thunder, once we start

Our homeless hate has fouled too much of home
In mad’ning malice, trading pains for pains
The demon’s shadowed legions in us roam
And feed the cheap malaise within our brains

If I could only shudder off my fears
And calm you, as I search myself for calm,
Our happiness could blot the bitter tears
That now contrive to taint our lovers’ balm

For doubters, doubting loving’s truthful breath
Can only dance with doubt til dressed with death