A gaze into the maiden eyes....
sight of some untold pain inside ....
i asked her to share the same....

"don't follow the shadows of my pain...
don't rest in the shade of my heart....
my soul is but  burning sand...
turning into glass to break again..."
said she....

and then i left her in the lap of solitary bliss.....
with flames in the heart and a painful twitch.....
thus i wander alone in these heavenly lands....
with a crimson heart in my hands...
wishing it would stop some day...
as i rest beneath her lovely rays,
as a wish is all that a man can make.