Light is her name She is precious like gold Luckier than Fortuna, Always outruning fate Flames blaze from her eyes

There is a used, Withered coat Hanging in that wardrobe Holes Run through it

No direction No certainty Only questions I Wonder what will come next My thoughts are fidgeting all arou…

What a beautiful rose in my garden I look at her And I remember Only her Can keep my secrets forever

Of a Sunny yellow She wears a legendary name Growing at the place Narcisse had drowned From the own contemplation

Words are slipping away From my lips Flooded with emotion I am As the mirage finally came to life

Tears rolling down my cheeks I am sad Tired, Of torturing my mind Wondering

I stare at the mirror All I see is a Monster When have I started to become This horrifying wraith? Like Dorian Gray

He is of the men you see eveyday A nice fellow working his way But you don’t know him like I do As what defines him is virtue You would’t believe how many times

Dew is covering my garden, As an invitation to open my eyes Virtuous nature that thinks of me Irresistibly I am drove to you, Devoted and delighted

Everyday I worry I dread this coming month, September The milestone of our life The day our fate will be known