Sanctuary at its finest.
Locking us together, indulging in our love to grow,
such as the morning sunrise in the month of August
or the spark of a shooting star from its glow.

To the presence of us staying together,
from the love we have grasped into our bodies.
But once you have escaped away, I become the beggar,
running to you, chasing you, from each country, all cities.

You say you shall return to only me,
though those bright days can turn into frightening nights.
Afraid that there would be another, a better, oh who would it be,
a person that shall replace me, a love that will share in better daylights.

My heart sores from the wound of losing my only love,
I sit here under the moonlight for the return, an answer from above.