Lost in the darkness I find my solace; alone and in desperation,
My dying heart broken as glass, my soul grows cold of inspiration.
My mind is numb, I feel no peace; the Woman of Steel is longing for rest,
To feel certain fingers through my golden hair, to feel his caress.
Another tear slips by, and falls softly as a feather in flight,
My emotions weaken, my solid barriers scream in their plight.
Leaving this world behind, I feel a strange aura filling my being,
I feel it so real, the warmth so uplifting, it's strange what I am seeing.
A golden field of paper flowers, the aroma so delightful and sincere,
I feel it...this feeling...this touch...is that his voice I hear?
Yes it is! My heart skips a beat, my one true love!
His arms wrap around me in a loving embrace, his voice as soft as a dove.
"I am here," My breath lingers to hear more. His gentle breath...his scent fills me,
Tighter he holds me, his lips barely away from mine...without his disguise I now see.
Eyes as blue as the sky...skin soft to the touch...hair as brilliant as the moon...
His lips touch mine...he lifts me tighter...in his loving embrace he gently makes me swoon...
Suddenly time and space cease, as I now not notice nor seem to care anymore,
My mind spins as I feel this new high. My body wanting to settle the score.
Parting with grief, I feel my lips tingle. My eyes do not open, afraid of only a dream.
I open my eyes, peering into his. My fingers tangled in angelic hair...my mind in a desperate scream.
The sun gently sets, as the night grows silently nigh,
The moon comes out of play...I feel his gentle sigh.
Oh cupid, matchmaker of the heavens above hear my gentle plea...
Let him never depart from me, as mine forever, make this a decree.
As black as the night, his sin covers me oh so slowly...
The soft feathers tease my ivory skin...his soul feels so lowly...
I open my mouth to whisper a word, but I feel him grow so cold.
All the years flashing in his eyes, and suddenly I feel time grow old.
A crimson tear, bloody and as tainted as the soul it owns,
He opens his mouth, to speak or touch, as the nightingale drones.
He leans in closer, closer to my sensitive ear...
More tears stain my dress, his intention certainly clear...
Small soft words that tickles my fancy,
The ending to it all rushes me so ancy.
A kiss to my cheek is all it took, then a pressure on my head, he authors my soul,
Again, I feel his heart, I start to feel warmth...I start to feel whole.
"I love you, Abel." I whisper, making sure he understood,
He slowly nods, as I always knew he would.
Taking a deep breath, I look up into tired irises.
It was a long day, and to be in his arms, was certainly hard to fight this.
Crickets chirp, the nightingale bellows our song...
As this night continues what feels so right feels yet so wrong...
I feel his hands lower, and entwine into mine...
A shooting star crosses...the magical sign...
He looks up. "Make a wish," He says. I smile, and close my eyes.
Images flash across my mind...what would fancy the size?
My one true wish had already come true...I open my eyes and smile.
The length of joy I have, doesn't exceed ten thousand miles.
As a soul reawakens, I open my eyes,
Panic-stricken and sad as I sadly realize.
I am alone in my room, the sun barely in the sky,
I look at my pillow...tears stain it by and by...
Another day has already begun,
My blinds drawn, my real self shun.
My eyes clouded with tears again, another day he will not see...
My love for him, my dreams forgotten...and his kisses...imaginary...
