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 me 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.
I can feel his truth… I can feel his dreams, I can feel his soul if only for a moment…
it’s worth it!
It’s in the pit of my valley the deepest of my dark place!
Lighting up my tunnel, no more of the dark that use to live there. Who is he?
Fair yet Dark…
A mystical figure