What is this gossamer melody that toys?
The very thought alone that allays?
I sense your presence through this dull way.
The dullest of pleasures were to make one's sorrow day.
...
How much do I love thee?
From the ends of the shores
and the depths of the ocean.
The passion persisted from the swiftness of one's motion
...
Washed away by your black-bidden realm.
Limbs motioned like a dead wooden elm.
Inside, deep salt encrusts your cold lips.
While the rough of your flesh the coral did kiss.
...
I am an artist~)
Bittersweet Melody
What is this gossamer melody that toys?
The very thought alone that allays?
I sense your presence through this dull way.
The dullest of pleasures were to make one's sorrow day.
I never thought you'd take that toll.
The light that bleeds from the darkness of one's soul.
But still sometimes at night, I awaken and cry.
Waiting for one's soul, to come back alive.
Still forth onward forth, up off of my knees.
I listen to one's dull sweet and sweet melodies.
It's graceful, so calming, the soul through my eyes.
Cherished and listened to, beyond these blue skies.
I never thought there would come a day,
When begonia kissed my sorrow away.
But now I see this was your plan all along,
Now I shall forever continue singing one's song.