Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries
How can I keep loving when the wounds still bleeds sharing
Hold on to our passion the end is not the end I see your beauty
She stares at the reflection in the bottom of the glass and sees
Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
Dark Figure *** Tears falling as I sleep falling so strange
You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart
The weeping souls of eternity can be heard bellowing
*** Eyes of angels fall on me feelings of despair and hopeless pleas
Traces of distrust from tainted thoughts search for answers
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
*** Dreams neatly folded lying in a dresser drawer
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
Smoldering Love **** Love’s ashes char the heart
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
