I saw her face in that morning light,
just past the time known as night.
There was none like her that roamed the earth,
a beauty she was straight from birth.
Her hair flowed down her back like silk,
her skin soft to touch and white as milk.
Oh the happiness she showed in her smile,
never made her come across as hostile.
A name so sweet that pleased the ear,
never thought of as wierd or known as queer.
Sora's voice was known as an angel's harp,
her gaze held you still and was very sharp.
A life she spent cast in vain,
controlled and tied down with ball and chain.
Ever since she kissed me, i've been in a trace,
I'll love her forever in this beautiful romance.
"I'm going to marry you one day." That's what I had said,
laying down one night in her bed.
She held me close and didn't let go,
until that morning I would never know.
I found her carpet stained with blood,
the tears came rushing like a flood.
Sora's father had learned about our love,
and took the life of my gorgeous dove.
Now at your gravesite is where I lay,
just past the time known as day.