“Let it be so”

(Verlaine)

Would seem I was trapped in hell, my love, either way.

People who say it’s you, or people who are saying it’s me.

No matter what I say, they play you against me. It’s none of

Their business, except to turn love into hate.

Our love is fashioned in the flames of hell. You

Lifted me out and made of their ugliness your charming

Crown. Fallen in love, wisdom’s turned golden.

Life’s become a jewel of your geometries. Your beauty

So, fashioned a wreathe, and you the rainbows weaving it.

May life be so, a crown grown of your Spirit. I discovered

You’re my heaven. Not trapped, but held within it.