A You without I     (Written in 2010)

I await
for our future times
a golden spiked gate
amid the summer vines
can I compensate
for past written lines
myself I hate
because I made you cry
don't ever hesitate
or wonder why
for you I wait
under the crying sky
I capitulate
and inside I die
my mind frustrates
through a rubies eye
my heart you golden plate
then my soul it flies
yours I could not  break
for I'd rather die
if I turn to flakes
and blow off in a sigh
its because I could not take
a you without I