I See Your Eyes,
Mesmerized,
When The Plan
Falls Through,
But Worry and Fret Not,
My Friend,
Soon I Will See You.
You’ll Look Back,
Then Think Twice,
On What I Did to You,
And You Will Smile,
Cheeks Brimmed Wide,
Because I Follow Through.
And When Dark Light
Has Second Sight,
You Will Know
Whom I’ve Become:
A Tempest Storm
To Pull You In
And Undue The Wrongs
They’ve Done.
And on That Night,
Bathed in Dark Light,
We Will Be as One,
Spirits Intertwined at Last,
Blessing What We’ve Become.