• This ache in my chest,
    oh how it is a pest.
    It ails me,
    can't you see.

    My heart,
    I wish to tear apart.
    Locked, locked it is,
    so no one can claim it as his.

    When I see red,
    it drains my dread.
    One is all it takes,
    eyes, flowing over like lakes.

    Relief, sweet relief,
    from sadness, from grief.
    This is where I lay,
    but the ache may come another day.

    Until then, I am filled with light,
    it feels so right.
    That is all I can lend,
    for now here is the end.