Names

I could always forget the pain,
For then what would be my love be worth.
For though pain be not what I seek,
Where else would I learn to love?
Many be joys of life,
But when two hearts feel the same,
Like the rhythm of two hearts,
The song be different than the din.
Hearts though be cleaved by names,
And there be none to tell all,
But a name is not what it yearns,
Love grows fine in shadows.
That what is it's may not seem,
But in stolen dreams it lie,
Though it may never touch a kiss,
Silence some times is good enough.

Spark

I have a small spark within,
Let me burn out.
For it is in the flame to burn,
And in my heart to be consumed.

Go thither from me,
Lest I burn you too.
And my eternity with me,
My life mine to rue.

My paths are set in stone,
And quiet I will go,
I will leave no mark,
And nary a tune slow.

It is a slow march,
And little do I care,
For there is a madness to me,
This I will never share.