I see her rarely, so beautiful, so fine
A valued artwork, preserved into time
Her grace, her gentalness, her quickness of pace
Her hair bundled with silk black lace

Her skin so smooth, her eyes so bright
Clearly a remarkable, desireable sight
Her touch so gental, her smile so clear
Losing her is what i fear.

What can you expect when you have found true love?
Why did the raven fall in love with the dove?
Could my life be less miserable but instead
I am blessed with the gift i can never have.

Bent over and broken, my heart shatters
From pain that i suffer, a veteran withered and battered
Wrought from anger and frusteration
Pain will become my domination

She will regret this monster she has made
I shall watch from the shadows and deep shade
When she needs saving, i will show
And kill her attacker form head to toe

Then i shall again confess my sins, show her what she made
With my will, strenth, and my blade
Then i will forge my anger and show her
That she has made a heartless killer.

Once with dignity, once with pride
I smiled upon the love inside
Now with regret, anger, and hate
Her time to repent old love is too late

I have grown tired form the dating game
Blood and murder not love will become my fame
Crawl to me, beg with want and desire.
But, i shall laugh, my love for you, is over.