Whose Stories

By whose design determined By james a. galgano Heavens hallow descends upon tearing eyes caught within their loneliness. Unable to confess to eyes never met and obviously unable to relate such reality. What might have been once upon a time but now in the passing of time never be? Yet within such romance beyond which one should never have dreamt by design Often within such discouraging word echoing still off often introspective resigned. What has been lost realizing such foolish quandary desiring what will never be? Nevertheless, within such hovering shadows one searches for one reply inevitably. As if within darkness where not even candlelight allows one to reflect such hope That would linger within the longing embrace needing a response to surely cope. With the desperation, registered daily alone in the back of surely one's lonely mind. Where one still can reminisce once foolish eyes have found love by design.