Hair as light as sun, lightened without a care, while now it's damage is done, may be cured. I hope your light will never be stirred, for you are like a bird stuck in a cage, whose only escape is words on a page. While I would love to break your bonds, for you I am quite so fond, I know you wish to be saved by the man whose heart you craved. Though he is damaged you said he can be managed, as you yourself know the hell that must be quelled within. I grin as you ask for help so that you may win this man from within, I feel a crack inside begin. My heart and soul a mosaic, which can be seen as quite archaic, shows all those whose heart I chose to fall on a knife for as a lover, but they have given there life to another. So I know that your heart I won't hold, but still I am bold as a tree so I wish you to be told that I will always be here for thee. Now this candle that I wish you would handle from which light will spawn to guide you're way and hope that you may get the man whom has more brawn then I.
