I lived my life in shadows,
Never the sun on my face.
Now, I long for a mate,
But, I feel so displaced.
Constant longing for your soul,
Untainted beauty, not mine to own.
Fare thee well, my broken heart.
If, I program the stormy clouds,
Will it wash away the tears, in my eyes?
Or will only heartache, remain?
Never to be washed away.
But, I would still do anything for you.
I can't stop thinking, about you you.
What if something happened, to you?
I can't let anything hapeen, to you.
I must protct you, whatever the cost.
I can not, let you go.
/ F /