Lost Silhouette

Summer played along,
so beautifully it had gone.
Spent his days with music in sync,
brothers and smoke till twilight’s brink.
Yet so alone he seemed to be,
as though some sin he hoped to redeem.
A broken soul, utterly lost he was.
Aching only the love and warmth of her’s.

The day it came at August’s end,
when all hope had died,she came to mend.
A stranger in sight,nothing more she was.
But truly it would seem now like a blur.
How time drew near such seperate worlds,
strange it may seem,but lost are his words.
Such a play of fate, hard to forget.
But oh how it’s true,she is his lost silhouette.

Her love follows him through every step,
through every struggle so he may not fret.
His shadow is her love through darkness,
hidden in the obscurity lies her presence.
A broken silhouette he will never be,
for this love is far to strong to cease.
Love be their prayer through all fights,
she will be his and he will be her’s through endless strifes.

last time modified: Jan. 8, 2012, 5:35 a.m.