Such beauty resides within those eyes,
The ones you try so hard to hide,
You stare right into my very soul with those eyes,
You bring my whole world crashing down.

Angelicates would envy the depth of your gaze,
Nothing escapes however hidden from you,
But as such you yourself hide within that gaze,
From all the world, even from me.

All the emotion is spoken with benevolent hands,
Creation and armegeddon of whatever your whims,
How I have wished to once again lose myself within those hands,
The comforts of my long broken heart.

Cannot help but recall those seraphic hands,
That once clasped mine so close to your fragile lips,
The feeling is all but dissolved of those seraphic hands,
The ones from which I used to derive all strength to stand.

So desperate were we once to crawl inside each other's mouths,
All I could ever fear you could quell with such paradisical a kiss,
Lullabies and sonnets were rivers that flowed from our mouths,
If only to be heard so deafening by only us.

The things I remember so vividly are long since past,
Away into the mists of gentle recollection and myth,
The things I so selfishly shattered and now have left me bereft,
Within the desparing and callous night.

Dreams snap me to recall the night,
The darkness, the solitude of bitter resentment,
Ensnared in my ever jealous heart is that night,
The one where I killed your ever fragile heart.

How curious that words could bring the downfall of an era,
Shatter a kingdom, raze an empire,
How jocose that words could rip us to shreds,
Ever and never again.