In my world of muted gray,
stands a lonely soul.
Waiting for her moonlight,
to return and make her whole.
Through the clouds of sorrow,
peek the lonely times.
Fewer now; not so overwhelming,
without their reasonable rhyme.
Can I tell you,
just how I feel?
Loving you endlessly,
with such great zeal.
While in your presence,
I breath in life.
Making me able to storm,
through this piercing knife.
They try to discourage us,
keeping us apart.
Don't they know that,
each time it kills our hearts.
Why won't they let us,
be always together.
Tying us apart,
with a strifled tether.
We are grown in body,
and wise in mind.
But all they see in us,
is a impossible love so blind.
