The joy of my life is so different…
people come into you crashing like the waves of the Atlantic!
Who is he, why is he?
New in my life tell what he wants?
He can’t be real… I can’t see him again!
But I must see him see his soul his heart! I feel something it’s strange.
It’s in the pit of my valley the deepest of my dark place!
Light up my tunnel no more of the dark that use to live there. Who is he?
Fair yet Dark…
A mystical figure