You left me for pictures in a box,
Now i feel the double cross...

The Nightingale was born one August evening
And on the 11th day of every month it rose...

The greatest feelings known and felt
Are those that words can't illustrate...

Our souls match like mirrors
With reflections from inside...

We traveled the darkness and entered the cold
We held hands by the hallway with the crusted mold...

The bluest sky: my love
In your eyes I'm always lost...

I dreamt I saw you dancing
Deep into my heart...

You're my muse
I hold dearly...

I wear your ring like its your soul
Upon my finger, tight and never faltering...

Don't worry darling
Hold your head high...

We sat, perched, like nightingales
Outside the cold green forest...

Being yours daily, I was breathing for you
The very air from your lungs was mine, too...