The memories of my fallen love was strange yet poetic

The pain of letting go had freed the chained up soaring Great egret

Each day comes a new fierce battle of restoring the soul

Tears of a broken soul run wild like the Mississippi River

Praying day and night for true love to rescue a fallen soul of the sands

Is only just a foolish dream that exists in one’s wildest imagination

To suffer in a self-made grand illusion

Breeds a false revelation of one’s inner being

The darkness understands the weaknesses of the unequipped

Unequipped with the knowledge that true love has always existed

The spirit of love has always lived in the temple of one’s uniqueness

Spring may pass

Summer may end

Fall may fall

Winter may remain still

Yet each season is a growing period

To express the beauty of a seasonal warrior

A broken heart is a beautiful heart that deserves everlasting love

Never forget the jewels that have captured your heart

They still shine the brightest as all things do

Marvel at the souls that move the cords of a violin

Their sweet melodies are but a delightful tune

That leave behind a powerful message in the heart of the song

The song that brings out the best music within the soul

-Rising LionHeart