I watch with of emotion we cross paths. In love I was to an angel that brought the night rain. I dare not speak his name for he might hear and pursue this voice.
Thus angel that fell upon me I'd now released hath scorned me with tainted love.
If he were to say my name it is to roll off his lips like the dew of the morn ; fresh honey of thine tree.
With every touch the warmth of the sun shine brighter.
Every kiss renewed with another.
These I shall treasure with dread as you have been released.
If the fates wish for prosperity I shall hope cupids arrow will piece our hearts once more giving us what was once lost.
Giving me what I had lost when losing you.
Refilling the lone vessel that resides as the heart.
'Till then I remain in pieces.
