My darling
how i long to hold your soft hands...

Sometimes
when it grows dark inside...

Spreading her wings
once beautiful white...

With cat like eyes
brimming with mischief...

A haze of blue
films my eyes...

With this bleeding heart of mine
lay the two things i try to hide...

I'm waiting in my bed
and sleep refuses to come...

There he is
heaped over in a tragic pile...

Sometimes i want to run
so fast...

For so long
I've been laying here...

It comes cascading
down from a deep blue sea...

With the grace of a thousand dancers
You cradle the child...