The night's starry sky lights a path into my eyes; the very eyes that see into your soul.
It sure would be nice to see you, but it's really not my right, not my own, not our paths.
All I can do is put on my finest silk and drink a bottle of Sangria.  Falling into my drunken dreams.
So blue. The sky. The night. The river. My heart.
A wren comes singing in the tree and awakes me.  I remember your soft words in my ear, telling me you
will never leave.  But, you did.  They always do.
The dream of happiness fades away into the night.  To leave me abandoned and cold.  I am alone.
Here I go again, out into the world with armor and sword in hand.  To fight the devils and evils of the world. Only yet again.
Only this time, I will not forget so easily the pain stricken upon me.  This time, I have learned my lessons and I will be a dutiful student.  
A student of the perilous affairs of the heart.  The drunken heart.  The purest heart I wish I could have.  And never will.