She fell into his arms widespread,
And trusted he would hold her fast.
‘Tis time to see her head and heart be wed.
Those wistful days when heart lay dead;
Why resurrect what’s now long past?
She fell into his arms widespread.
When heart ceased beating, moved to head;
Believed her thinking unsurpassed.
‘Tis time to see her head and heart be wed.
Had love e’er poked her, She’d have bled,
Yet stubborn flesh unpunctured to the last.
She fell into his arms widespread.
Then hanging, finally, by a thread;
Believed that fate in stone was cast.
‘Tis time to see her head and heart be wed
No more does night descend with dread.
Who knew he’d light a lamp if asked?
She fell into his arms widespread;
‘Tis time to see her head and heart be wed.
defying atrophy 