Loving you turned cold.
Wicked smile and glistening eyes,
Held the essence of the sunlight,
That beamed upon my heart.
Adventure through the winds that crossed our path,
Sparked the wildfire of my days,
And my slumber under the moon.
A perfect picture of the crown I once wore,
Shattered under the glassed face,
Decorated with the mark of love,
Only behind the eyes carved into stone.
Darkness brings the hollow sound of the siren,
The faded scent of the candle,
That once burned bright between us.
Days slip by as our journeys untangle,
Mine tarnished, but yours forgotten,
