Poem: To my onliest love

Should your sun ever become extinct in my life:
Your warmth will become silenced with endless flares of pain like fife
My sky forever bruised with horizons of last light without awe
Our script will suddenly contort to earth that refuses to thaw

Should your sun ever become extinct over my life:
Your dearth will become wounds that cannot heal, filled with strife.
My sky will tear from emptiness without glory and shine.
Our script will seize to weave another story or line.