• Where a Kiss and a Heart were once Traded

    Stood a man looking deep in Your eyes

    To that ocean of Hazel and Prospects

    Decorated by Green and Clear Skies



    Yet that man is enveloped by oceans

    Which now flood all the fields you once left

    As he's clutching the Treasure you gave him

    In a bundle well kept in a chest



    Drunken numb from the taste of past fortunes,

    He derived all the plagues of today

    From his precious obsession quite rendered

    Locked away to the best of his care



    Yet none saved the poor man from his tortures

    Though he shows not a sign of contempt

    To the anguish of time's suicide

    In lethargic, unending torments.



    Where this man is now standing however,

    Lays a Choice for Sweet Fortune to make:

    To admit to the Fate of these Lovers,

    And allow for their Lasting Embrace.