Some Variations Apply

In the perfect diagram of a circle,
One side is mine alone.
Too many offerings have passed the solice,
An empty grave of the soul.

Once I laied you down,
And kissed you where you went.
One perfect day of opportunity,
One year of in well-spent.

A month of closed-in agony,
My pain too much to bear.
But you healed what you once tore to shreads,
At when I wernt prepared.

I'm gone now, don't be alrmed,
You will always find safety in my arms.