If this is love, it burns without a warning,
A velvet dusk before the morning,
I move like breath beneath your flame,
Unraveled slow, without a name.

Your voice, a hymn that haunts the air,
Each word a chain I choose to wear.
Without a touch, you summon me,
With eyes that stir what none can see.

And when you smile, the sky decays,
But I would kneel and call it praise.
You've turned the dark into desire,
And lit my ribs with aching fire.

There is no escape, I would not run,
This kind of ruin can not be undone.
So let me fall, let shadows swell,
If this is love, then damn me well

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Glacian, in the year 977 AF.