Love was once

A ring sunk

Through my tongue;

 

It was a promise.

One of dedication

In its most beautiful form

Of danger and pain...

 

That ring,

It once bled me -

My lips were

Iron-stained,

& Love itself

Rusted away.

 

But like acetic acid,

Love returned like

Vinegar on my tongue.

 

Love once rusted

Faded and gave new;

In its most corroded form

Of peace and joy,

It returned.

 

Love now is

A ring lying

Upon my tongue.

 

It's a promise,

& Reminder:

A chemical change

Of perspective

To the pure

Awesomeness

I call love.