Love used to be the ruler. From which you measured all. Love used to be the dizzying height. From which you wished to fall. Love used to be the white and gauzy apparition. Towering in your dreams. Love used to be. Love used to be. Love used to be the horseshoe made of iron. And always smiling up. And in your arms it gathered. All manner of silky satin golden luck. Love used to be the pyramid and on top. It's eye that always sees. Love used to be. Love used to be. Dig a six-foot hole. Inside my chest. Heart like a gravestone. Lay it down to rest. Goodbye love. Amen. Love used to be a sigh like petals. Gently falling down. From the flower of my lover's. Half open rosebud mouth. Love used to be the thirst oh and the quenching. The question in no need of answering. Love used to be. Love used to be. Love used to be hope unflinching. The dare that believed it must. Love used to be the heady drunken feeling of. Flesh heavy with lust. Love used to be the photograph of the future. Taken by one mind four eyes could see. Love used to be. Love used to be. Dig a six-foot hole. Inside my chest. Heart like a gravestone. Lay it down to rest. Goodbye love. Amen. Love used to be a miracle. The proof that God exists. As it doubled our image immortality delivered. By the double helix. Love used to be the bedrock you built a life upon. Into the future reaching. It used to be what woke you each day. And eased me into sleeping. Love used to be my compass. But now I'm alone and I'm adrift and I'm lost at sea. Cause love used to be. Love used to be. Love used to be. Love used to be