Her love for me is certianly True,
without her I am certinaly through,
her passion for nature and beuaty resides,
The true meaning og her love confides in,
the bodily temple of her soul.

when I think about my Sweet,
I lay down as I solemy sleep
as I think about my angel,
the angel of my dreams call upon me,
teasing me with her sweet face.

But as I awake to see,
what was not there for me,
I felt alone and i sweared,
I found my love
But she was not awake
therefore I new
it was way to late.

My angel, my love
she lies very still,
her breathless body,
looking upon at the window sill,
as i went to the window,
to find what she see,
i relized that the culprit,
was not certainly me.

when i found some clues,
that would lead the way,
breadcrumbs of the past,
was a good display....


ok i'm kinda leading away form the story becuase i'm lost on what to do next i see what i do in the next few days srry for the inconvience