The Story Of My Birth.

I know I shouldn't have

left her when she were sleeping,

It was a summer night and the cool

breeze made her look like an angel

from a happy shore.

I touched her eyes,

she moved and I stood still,

everything in me came to a complete stop,

I then knew I was right,

I had to leave,

I loved her,

and that night was the only time I could

draw courage.

It was rare and we found it through each other,

(a magical moment remains magical

only for that moment)

sensitivity of a love so true,

my love then being

more important than lovers of that night.

I promised her

I would come back as this was no mystery,

for I had died in her  tonight

and yet I knew and could touch the music in my heart,

knowing that

the true heart would reach her,

in all her heavens and shores.