And it was grace, like heaven in your eyes,
that sang to me across the crowded room
a story hidden there — or my demise —
from sorrowed silence, oh! my heart went boom
and sank into a warm serenity
that melted all the walls of bitter ice
I gave into the instinct yelling flee
but you found me, some mystical device
that brought me close and drew me to your arms,
the machinations of a light-crossed star
that still believes in love — but love is harm!
and I would slip away and tend my scars,
but you love me! I cannot comprehend
but I will stay until whatever end.