Trace, Trace, trace! Give me a trace
Of his charming scent that once blew my way
And lounged on my nostrils.
I have been blind ever since I lost my eyes
To his spectacular sight.
Grace! Grace! Grace! None has his!
The midnight intruder trespassing my mind
A dream! He too feels.
My solitude is unholy and he is the Saint
To break this curse.
Embrace! Embrace! Embrace this shattered heart
That once belonged to a zest chest
Since I'm too cold to even move
Envelope my soul and carry me to your heaven.
Tina RSH ©