My eyes are grey with melancholy,
My heart swirls purple; stormy,
No light will dare shine upon my face,
Forgotten in this dismal place,
Where darkness replaced every star and moon,
A land where hope is scattered and dreams strewn,
Until you found me there and took my hand,
And lead me to another land.
A meadow of delicate, blooming flowers,
That quench their thirst on gentle showers,
And feast upon dawns early golden light,
We glow with radiance, the day is bright,
And slowly, cautiously, our bodies entwine,
Until finally, your heart becomes mine.