The broken widow.

My love so true as such a brutal summers day, fear the argument of which I'm ashamed to say. Stray my love, my sorrow has yet to begin, my skin drenched in sweat, my blood filled with sin. I'm truly amazed how love could be so blind, truly captivated on which the heart cannot bind. Take my heart, take what you will, cure my tragedy as this is how I should feel. Beauty define, such a pure sight into me now, as the daylight should turn into night. I shall hear your call, and be your bride before the sun sets, I shall take your hand with truth, loyalty, and no regrets. Such power in the eyes of the beholder, such feelings leaning on the edge of a strangers shoulder. The passion, the fear, the meaningful delight of having you near. For I am broke, and in such eyes, no one can fix these unfortunate lies. Tie the knots, please leave a trace, for I am broke and cannot imagine life without your face.