A whisper more gentle than a humble baratone, a note that carries on.
A beauty with more power than a monstrous mount, it's river trickles down.
It falls to rest in the valley of my eyes,
It's whisper cries out and to my surprise,
I find myself falling, up, into the skies.
Stars like the sun, forever exploding, never ceasing to burn, ever bright.
And in the door of your soul, my heart is eroding, when I look upon that beautiful sight.
Spectacles of brown that trickle down and fall to rest upon soft wings
They entangle my will and I begin to drown, trapped within the depth of your being.
Futile words cannot describe your presence,
Haunting though it is,
Upon its air, my soul does dance,
And from the depths of that prism,
Swept in a trance, three words pour forth,
And I fall into you.
As the peak takes it's form, as one becomes two, unyeilding you catch me,
And I catch you.
As we find ourselves falling through rays of glorious sunlight, forever shining, we take flight.
My heart in fright, clasps tightly to yours, and my passion surpasses the mighty moor, as through violent rays we venture forth, our eyes set, forever forward.
