In time, in time, it comes to be,
This world is just too much for me.
I see stars and summer night skies,
But no hearts that it applies.

All respect,
And reverence due,
Eyes inspect,
A madness for two.
With confused intention,
And pigs with flight,
I want your attention,
With only one light.

Pictures in words, vibrantly so,
All in rhyme is apropos.
Alas, my love, my heart, my lie,
Torn asunder, regrettably wry.