Looking into your eyes so warm and so true,
Oh the smiles you brought with those eyes,
You made the sweetest rose of the darkest of blue,
Made laughter of the rawest of cries.

Oh how I remember all of those times,
We sat hand in hand in our dreams’ perfection,
Sat warm by the fire in the coldest of storms,
Gazing into our contented reflection.

And I’ll never forget those hands on the clock,
Each second a ticking has a memory’s perception,
Looking into our stream with but time by my side,
And my soul sees today only one reflection.

Solitary angel drifting alone,
Along the trail of the waterfall,
Cries but one tear, now as one with the stream,
In her hands is his heart as she takes her last fall.

And from that day on, enchantment herself,
Sits unknown by the side of their stream,
And to this very day she gazes in wonder,
At the waterfalls’ tale of love’s young dream.

 
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