A stolen soul
And a heart to match...

Gates of ivy and moss welcome me home
As I'm embraced by the loving tears of weeping...

Her eyes house the souls
Of those she has contained...

The thunderous pound
Of feet running over ground...

Irrefutable passion sweetens forbidden lips,
Ones I crave to feel dancing along my skin...

Her kiss tastes of heaven, and of hell.
Brimstone colors her lips...

Footsteps echo off
Trees illuminated by an ethereal glow...

My shining star,
When the night is late...

The ceiling mocks me in the darkness,
Its fan slowly turning and pushing my thoughts...

Darkness cascades down a chilled window
As lantern light illuminates from within...

She fakes her smile for those she loves
And quietly counts the minutes go by...

Loving her is like reading a book.
Each day that passes is a new adventure...