That first blinding sting of your leather
touching seven when I realised.
"Why this mistake?" you had groaned
"Such a beautiful soul" I had crooned
LOVE, a mere sensation to me
FEAR, a mere creation by you
Still they both sparkle alive
When your black eyes twinkle just right.
Still trying to move at twenty one when I had cried
The same old dread cheerfully recognised
"No more" then had whispered in inky black.
SHAME, just a myth that you told me about
FORGIVENESS, that hope I cold never let go of
You will lose this night
and I will finally burn bright in my sky.