I can ask myself two questions, this I know.
For within two answers is Where I feel right--
One to remind me of the things I have lost
And one to persuade them to return to sight.

Because what once was Lost can always be found;
And what can't be found should not Always be missed.
But cruel memory is a reminder now
Of one that was once so lingeringly kissed.

But, have we Known what was desired before?
Each Truth persisting in preparation of
The wanted, the Needed, the right, and the wrong
Humming with the righteousness of vibrant love.

Thus, as each syllable utters its Ripe moan,
We'll find answers in the symphonic echo:
Gentle, whirling Raptures that we longed to hear
Encompassing these feelings I Ache to show.