The perfect day, the perfect sun
What a day, to find the perfect one
I loved her so much, yet not enough
Her bueatiful smile, her wonderous eyes

I worked so hard, to gain her trust
Yet in the end
I don't give as I receive
I kill what I love most

To see her smile, come natrually
When I enter the room, when I say hello
To be with her, to hold her to me

Our minds as one, our souls so happy

Some claim
Tis better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all
They know not true love, as I have known it
They did find the perfect one, and destroy it

To know you have found her, to know her love
Heaven
To lose her love, through stupid actions
A dagger plunged into my own heart

The blood flows forth, my warth does drain
The perfect sun does set, the perfect day ends
Night
Treasure your day

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Lupar, in the year 363 AF.