Anguish of the Soul

From her weeping soul she whispers longingly enticing this ageless spirit which once surrendered her... The quiet sighs she weaves upon each velvet day cause me to forever mourn the heart I have betrayed... I sail upon seas of wind kissing her golden hair oh, if only I could stream a never ending dream for her and I to share... And if I could scheme such a daring dream she would be adorned in radiant, flowing light to blind the howling demon who stabs me with scorn... But, if I could so dream would she feel me there? would she come to know she has forever been the music to my prayer?... Ah, but now she calmly sleeps desires now are ripe to reap I shall share her every breath as this soul weds hers so deep to claim her heart as mine, mine alone to hold and keep!