I could still hear the humming in the darkness Of twilight with a touch of ruby from dying dusk It wasn't something that to know you had to ask I was in love with her eyes that twitched with star like uniqueness
He was a gamble I always wanted to make Even if all odds in the book said different They said my heart would eventually break But greened off their warnings with a leaf pigment
Saying hallo was something hard to come by Since I knew it all comes wrapped in goodbye But with her it was as if a swirling force field pushed me to try When her teary eyes suddenly started to cry
To be honest seeing him stare at me filled with fear Filled my Soul with a chilling emotion I couldn't fathom And flooded my eyes couldn't see clear And he stood in fixation up my shirt button
I smiled trying to submerge the submarine of despair And shifted my eyes from her ******* to her shoes Triggering a deeper fascination for she had a beautiful pair Henceforth could not cut my nervousness loose
They say let the prince charming do all it takes To secure his heart what for it desires But watching his trembling fingers and body shakes I was compelled to help my warewolf deal with his fool moon fires
Haven't set eyes on such a fair skin and face like sunrise Probably since the dawn of mine eyes What little does my mind to bring forth thee better speech And I rice farmer in the swamp of foolishness,nervousness being the leech
Alas! Weep not your stolen speech if thou sayest facts For what maiden alive would not slay but love To witness such mesmerizing but charming acts Which my scarred heart doth not deserve?
Be not unfair to thyself fair one for flowers bloom At sunshine of your beauty quick as they manifest afore a bride and groom Matching down the Holy Isle after they art vowed Thou deserve more for like petals of roses thou art endowed
Just an incomplete sketch, gonna edit and if someone is in for a collaboration, especially if you know Elizabethan English, cool with me, they told me people have started stealing good pieces from HP, well, was abit discouraged but realized when a piece of art is stolen, it simply implies It's perfect.