Sweet Infinity

The Thought of her is a sweet, sweet, infinite memory.
Her Aroma is a sweet, sweet fragrence.
The Very Sight of her is a sweet infinite amazement.
How to describe such beauty is an untellable tale.
Oh How My Mind Runs Weak, weak, weakening just thinking of her sweet, sweet, infinite memory.
Oh God how I beg of you to reunite me with this angel of beauty and hypnotizing love.
For If You Don't I am trapped without my guardian. Alone without my thoughts. Dead without my soul. Oh God why do I suffer the excruchiating pain and agony? Oh God why do you mock me? Oh God why do I love this goddess of my dreams. Oh God why am I here? Oh God why...why...why..? All these questions have no answer as they fall into and unseen silence. An untold story. A never ending blackness of Hell.
For the thought of her is a sweet, sweet infinite memory.
Her Aroma is a sweet, sweet fragrence.
The Very Sight of her is an infinite amazement. How to describe such beauty is an untellable tale.
But now I know for who she is, she is god herself...My god, My goddess of love. For god is an angel of beauty and hypnotizing love. And again I ask. Why do you mock me as a man? For I know no love, but the love of you. This Goddess of beauty and hypnotizing love....