Once what was pure now tarnished by demonic hands,
What ties you back are rope bands.

Dark dew drop form at the end of petals,
Light souls turn hard and cold as metals.

Crimson aborts its host and all color fades,
Then the black invades.

Its black satin petals stained cherry,
To see such a thing only Lusifer would be merry.

Its elegance gleams for quite some time,
But even  it gives way to ryhme,
As it does it loses its shine.

Soiled by sin's wit,
I must omit.

That Romanian  rose,
Like every other possesed thing, erode

What once was simply lovely is now chaotic elogence.

Flawless emotins strung,
By line they flow,
The  space and gaps,
the criss and cross,
The melodies that intertwine us.

Charted lines that hold us together,
bound by a signeture,
yet the key dose not hold firm.

Apologies trickel off your tounge,
Affetuoso they fill me,
Trpilets spill over cause you know they will  get me,
Sorry con calore,
Sorry is the Da capo of our life.

ll:Repeat:ll we start again,
With the same clashiny cords they tear us apart,
Con Fuoco,
Our anger no longer restraned by margines,
They run rampant without rhyme across an unstaffed page.

Staccatoed our notes became,
that one flowed effortesly between us is now rigid and cold,
Divisi we became two beings,
no longer one.


Somehow I cannot stop wishing to play for you,
As you lull me I forget the world,
Tremolo rattels my core,
Your music courses through me,
Carving the melody,
I subciunsously create its counter melody.

A Tempo takes over our lifes,
as we fall into our normal lovey ways,
all forgetten,
Nothing left to say except,
I love you
Fine