A melody, a symphony.
A state of pure bliss; a state of love.
Our song came to an end.
Our encore was never to come.
I wake with the rising sun; Daily,
remembering what has come undone.
A state of pure bliss; Love,
rising with the sun; facing battles,
Growth. Love, come undone.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
A melody, a symphony.
A state of pure bliss; a state of love.
Our song came to an end.
Our encore was never to come.
I wake with the rising sun; Daily,
remembering what has come undone.
A state of pure bliss; Love,
rising with the sun; facing battles,
Growth. Love, come undone.