With the skill of a surgeon
wielding a feather edge scalpel...

She walks in silence of guilt.
Dressed in a habit of sadness...

Angel hair pasta
vinaigrette dreams...

With her back to me a woman sat alone
Around her an aura of sadness and pain...

Simple white rose laced in red
romantic mix of purity an love...

Candles flicker in dark of night
swirling visions captivate my thoughts...

There were no fireworks or springtime bouquets.
No birds started singing on this winters day...

Blissful dreamer or romantic fool
Fairy behavior with impish rules...

Lost in a world of sightless eyes,
ears that no longer hear my cries...

Like the pooling of the tides,
brutal waters advance and retreat...

I feel it dying inside me.
Slowly fading into darkness...

Love's moving in the shadows.
Teasing my emotions just beyond my reach...