Good night my love
How I wish you well
The respect of The Gods
The eyes that tell
The truth of hearts
That secrets concealed

Intentions seem harmless
Yet still I feel
To breathe you in
And not exhale
I believe that love
Is a magical spell

Our world is infested
With the thoughts of fools
Yet trust is a knife
In the hands of two
Fear is an issue
We must cut through...