From far away all I’ve ever wanted was a sliver of her attention, and I know even asking was all
Our coveted pretty place adorned heavily in heavenly icons. Close to our bed love rosaries hang close at hand just
With the choice of a thousand mirrors it was almost impossible for her to choose just one. Some were filled
With a thousand year old stare I assume I am just like you, we notice the tiniest of changes. Someone
The very nature of this the pretty girl, has been locked set up and carved in stone step by step
From the spoils of simply knowing, love always, conquers and rules the day. Soon, I’ll have her near my sensitive side.
The triangle she dug without ever knowing, she wanted to do everything exactly perfect so there were no more slip-ups.