As I once gazed up into the skies,
The skies gave me the sun above.
The sun that gleamed its light into my eyes.
Eyes that are in search for love.

Love to me is like a fire,
The fire that burns against the flesh.
The flesh that turns into ones desire.
The desire that makes the heart refresh.

Love to me is like the ice,
The ice that makes the heart grow cold.
The cold that bleeds its own advice.
The advice that is good to be told.

Love to me is like the wind,
The wind that dances against me.
The dance for those that may be sinned.
Sinned of the pain that was left to be.

Love to me is that sun I look upon,
The suns embers burn against my cheek.
The cheek that burdens my sorrow.
The sorrow that awaits the love I seek.

-Strata Fe'lasae-

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 322 AF.