Lost in the shadowed mutter of waxed trees,
Senses open the corrupt gate of impurity
Throats seize the moment of starlit wonders
As subtle grips lose seperation's obscurity
Apart from all the sinking ships and fairytails,
The doves flea into a deep rememberance
They saw a love so beautifully magnificent
And they threw themselves ashore...
The symphony progresses into a song of romance
And soars through the gazes that collapse us
Adoration cleanses fading dirt and black concrete
As soft whispers overcome through the penetration
I love you more than I will ever be able (or have been able) to explain...
