The poetry was flowing
But not through his poem
It flowed through his eyes
On into her soul
His words they whispered
Tears down her tired cheeks
She bathed in his passion
   And his darkness she reaped...

Darkness
So dark
You see light
From the inside
Of your dreams

We grow old in love
fall apart with age
I'm a broken dove
turn the final page.

I will fight,
Through the highs and lows,
I will ignite,
'Til my heartbeat slows,
And you will see,
The fire in my heart,
The middle of the fight you will be,
You will feel the heat of my spark,
And I will fight,
After days you will worry,
But now you will know, I have found whats right,
So now, I will fight, until my vision grows blurry.