The song of the her heart
Every minute she speaks,I hear her voice whispering in my ears. She gave me a symphany worth singing. The melody of her heart beat falls suddenly as if she didnt know it was me who stole the moon for her. I ran to her front door wishing she could see the truth but i know from the start she had no idea the glass had broke because of me. She has fallen from heaven,Broken wings wishing i could fix them but neighter I nor her knew I was the one needed to be fixed, Shinning bright within her eyes i could see her future but I was nowhere's to be found. Suddenly a tear had fallen from my eye. I knew i cant change the future but maybe i could change the present. If i could get her to see I knew my way around a broken wing, then maybe her future wouldnt be what i had seen. Grace or god,She was an angel,One i wish i could have seen fly away. But saddened by her leaving, I was hidden away from all of mankind. Grace and beauty, Grace and beauty i swear I shall find out her name before I die. Grace ad Beauty I shall. Her love that I could manage to feel, felt like no other, And as I was speaking these words She turned to me and said " This is only the beginning."
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