Amid the broken shakles of my heart
The tears cascade upon my hands
As I clutch desperately to the memories of lost love

A voice, soft and feathery
descends upon my beaten body
The face of a goddess
so gentle and pure
gazes upon me with love

Gently she draws my stained face to her busom
and speaks to me with music
In silence we sit
Swaying to the rhythm of our heartbeats
Her kind touch brushes away my tears

I sleep in her warm embrace
My body floats with tranquility
I feel as though I finally understand
Though love is a lonely heart
To wait, and to dream
is the best remedy