Analysis of "whisper" a Cinquain Garland

Save me,
save my soul love,
sewn forever so long,
pray for your soul to keepsake see,
in me.

Candles,
burn for it's quick,
your burning it's so big,
on my fiery sighs to sell you,
drizzle.

Dripping,
cold on my own,
I grasp unto the wick,
of which you burn, burn on both ends,
melting.

Into,
the center love,
of your soul to replace,
broke in two it is me and you,
snapping.

Cracking,
silence, darkness,
of nights eyes that peer bright,
seeking a whisper on wings of,
a wish.

Save me,
burn for it's quick,
I grasp unto the wick,
broke in two it is me and you,
a wish.