Love in Latin Etymology

Through tears

that washed away the walls

and left bare her fields unsown.

In words worn tired in secret places

and flattened gallows morning tone

"Am I a monster?"

And I am mute.

what can I say to you but truth?

You are my love, you are a monster

You have cut me to the bone

and there are times when in your eyes I've found the meaning of alone.

And yet...persistence.

Love in blood.

I won't begrudge you all your seas

You are my monster, my dearest monstrum.

Divine voice of catastrophe.

There is truth in storms disaster and I love your truth in all its guise.

Come lay beside me

I'll kiss your claws.

You are still holy in my eyes.