Romance is an unknown language that is among autumn leaves with beautiful white wings looking back at me ....
Love held deep into his amazing eyes blue angel eyes singing out to me he is painting something I had never seen ,
Deep within my soul that was once shadowed me with so much pain of long ago far deeper down into my heart this angel had left his mark ....
In the shadows of my mind that old familiar look had shaken my soul my mine came back to the time where my earliest memories of his words came to me like thunder in a unquiet way ,
That held a rhyme of true Love that is when he folded his beautiful wings over me to set my spirit free .