Your love is rare,
it’s love at it finest. You sigh a symphony,
That triumph upon the wicked, the damned and the beast that thrives through his pawns.
You sigh in pain as your soul is twisted and whistled through your heart. You sigh in relief for I am here, I suffer for the way you had to suffer by my hand.
My action rotten your eyes as you viewed me. I feel shame, and I turn to the lord,
“ for have thy found a great soul a place in me ?”
I shot down my enemy in me! Mi amor we or I will fight along your battles as you see fit I am grateful for what role you given me a wife, a mother, a friend, a soul to walk along you.
