For you, My Queen, I have returned
Your chosen knight again I wish to be...

I thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new...

One didn't listen
One didn't talk...

Fear not my love
Take me back into your heart...

Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow...

She never knew
She owned me at hello...

Her blue eyes beckoned
My fate sealed with a glance...

A heart is a vase
Love is a flower we put in the vase...

When love has wept for too long
It loses sight of dreams once held dear...

The extent or amount of space between two things
That's how webster's describes it to me...

There's a pretty lady that awaits
Her nights and heart empty it seems...

The sun will no longer kiss the morning
Gone will be the stars from the evening sky...