Saw her name spelled in the heavens
Written in a loving shade of gold.
How she added beauty to a sight of which,
Nothing ugly  could be told.
A gradient sunset,
Whose departure leaves the world so dark and cold.

I welcome the night.

But not the truth she sleeps inside another home,
Or knowing some nights she won't sleep alone.
How can i feel that ive been stolen something that I never owned.