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dreams of a lost one bombard my mind, the sorrow i thought i had left behind she haunts my every waking moment as the tears do...left behind from her touch, i can remeber the crimson of her hair as it surounded me in a blissful embrace the taste of her skin, and the touch of her lips even if was too brief to last, she wed to another in my darkest hour a locke of her hair to remeber, a perfumed note ,and a crumbled rose a picture warped by time all the things i have to remeber her by but it seems all i remeber is how we were torn apart her by nessecity me by my love for her love...i let her go and prayed she would return to me, the gods felt the very essence of my pain but her lips have long since been gone and most of the hope has faded as the memories of her face have deteriorated, the ache that wreaks havock in my life is that left from her touch and whats left of my mind..now im torn..now im blind..it seems fate has another purpose a ending planned out, but does fate burn with this agony is destiny molded by this torturous hope as its embers still reside in my weary mind,i gave her in words everything that i was...now im torn...and forever i am blind..