Cupid had no say between your heart and mine, it was a different fate which our paths intertwined. No chocolate or wine nor a perfect line to win your heart. Still all that's true lingers in your eyes, our love, like clouds; firmament where all takes place.
Melancholic ties pull left and right as tears are held back. Aching throat screaming; lights are always in the distance and waves crash nearby. An eagle is circling this patch of blue sky and a sweet fragrance is still in the air. a profound disbelief attaches itself much like this worn out smile.