I am a constance to the sun!
Oh such ravishing beauty I adore
For changes are imminent to me
They are a part of what makes me breathe,
And I am a bit nervous and scared
The brittle heart makes tears
For tears are a ravishing part of my world
I find constance in everything
For a widow\'s heart is furious
And the storm kicks in at its best
My brutal tear
Comes in at its best,
For I live in your honor
For the rest of my days
And I love you unconditionally
And wholeheartedly...
Speak to my soul, therefore you are!
Rebel against the roses that fail
And to be brave
Is to be passionate about something,
My diary screams of brittle words
For brittle words are revealing...
Oh the thought of you being without rest
What brutal love shall we manifest?
As hearts touch
In the candor of the moment,
I feel myself as a widow out of place
Such pleasant poetry relieves my ears!
The sounds of daydreams
Dancing in my tears,
Oh what crucial fault am I?
For I was never married...yet I am always adored
In the wake of the flowers that tease me
I give my love the perfect squeeze,
Oh how prevalent is the faulty gore?
I shall dance in tragedy forever!
And together we shall mount the mend
Beneath Satan\'s grave...
For Satan\'s grave is prevalent
To the massive amount of stars,
Such scars represent such emptiness
I find your flower to be mine...
For poetry is a beautiful phase
In a widow\'s life,
For my life is golden under the sun
I shine for you
My one and only dear,
As roses fall beneath the sun
I write to you my heart\'s truth--
I love you all the more,
I love you more than my heart\'s galore!
So I shall give you my brutal tears
May you make a river out of them
And swim freely as you are
In heaven\'s bask!
I adore you, I adore you, I adore you
In heaven\'s bask;
May a widow see the stars behind.