I froze at the sound of the breaking glass
that opened to reminiscence of my past...

From deep inside, I feel there may be a light
but constantly wonder if its developed with spite...

With kisses floating on butterflies wings
built just for my once so mellow heart...

As I sit here in the day, I think of you
first thing comes to mind: why am I so lucky...

I'm afraid to sleep, for I may catch a glance
of something I'm holding so very close...