Words are echoing through 
the sins of a heart, 
            but some are worth the guilt
of what may wash away on our reflections.

But with every fool there is a knight 
       that has fallen for the moment of love 
that shines his armour brightly.
Somethings were meant to glisten on a heart.

Occasionally a heart cant but listen to the 
             hymens of what reverberates within 
                   the echoes of every breath of love.
Sometimes emotions are a lifetime in a singular beat.