Well it comes again to the writing desk
where my quills have all absconded...
Process maximum input
Theta wave overload...
I know that there's no "forever"
And there is no "happy ever after"...
These words were written for an angel
Who grew her wings far too soon...
We're always trying to find
What is truly precious...
I don't know where I stand with you
Or how much I mean to your heart...
Days pass with hopes in vain
Confusions pouring, heavy as rain...
Twilight approaches as leaf by leaf turn hue,
when night overwhelms soft embers to dark-gray...
I hear him, though there's no one in sight
I hear his voice in the deepest night...
His smile is a charm,
And beauty of my heart...
A bright sunshine,
Filtered from top of pine...
Our love is metaphysical
Unique in every way...