The Tryst

In the tumult of youth

I forgot about your promise

Of our tryst

My love for live overflowed

In the death of your splendor

And now as I make haste

Towards my own death

My pride breaks, breaks and breaks

Under its own weight

The clamor of truth

Beats steadily in my breast

As your love

Tears into the sheath of my pain

The sin is mine

And I weep at my unworthiness

To tend your garden

The sin is mine

And I weep at my unworthiness

To tend your garden