Steadily upon the heart she treads,
gradually softening and comforting it,
slowly clearing the crimson of affection,
What once was a clear and lustrous gem
transcended into a shroud of perplex,
a silhouette of chromodynamics,
a phenomenon of a nightmare dream ages ago,
oh time you timeless transgressor!
you dilapidator of devoted chest drums,
within the lake of my own tears I stand,
the strings of my heart hanging hopelessly,
their player gone with the sands of time!
