Dialogue with a face in a poem

Love stands there made of stones full of hurt
And indulgence. With my faults about? I read
Brokenness, sadness and pain. Why so sad?
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I'd scrape your soul from the road and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

You write that you are blinded by these lies.
the truth only in shadows. Creeping quietly along walls
and the doubts of others melt you down.
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I'd scrape your soul from the street and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

You ask for a hope, just tentatively, silently almost
And that you want to keep looking, though hopelessly, yes,
mortally wounded. Oh would you but open your eyes!
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I'd scrape your soul from the street and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.

You feel like you're only alive because the fear of death is
Is even stronger. What if the grief went on in dying?
What if your painful longing were immortal?
I could comfort you! I could hold my heart to yours.
I would scrape your soul from the road and eat burgers
With you in the canyons of Arizona.