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Written by: Amalia Windwalker
Date: Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
Addressed to: Chiarn ny Daunse, Scarlatti, the Great Bard
I met him on a summer day
When worlds had turned to sun
And saw him in a special touch
And love had just begun.
I met him on a summer day
When cold winds, then would blow..
And in his arms, I found the warmth
As skies let loose their snow.
I found him on a Winter day
When the sun refused to shine..
And held him in my arms so tight
And told him he was mine.
I lost him on an Autumn day
I hurt him so damn deep
And in the quiet of my room
I couldn't help but weep.
I saw him on a Summer day
When life still made some sense...
And knowing now, what I should do
There was but consequence.
I loved him through the years of sin
I loved him all these years..
I loved him through the broken heart
That weeps these shallow tears.
It was my fault, I let him go
But he was not to blame..
Of all the men I've loved and lost
He still remained the same.
So I move on, and mend my heart
Love will bloom anew
And doing so, I'll learn again
A lesson, through and through.
A heart is not but just a toy
So fragile, yet so strong..
To break one is to pay the price
Forever you'll be wrong.
I sit here in my Golden Years
And think about his face..
And the image of a heart so strong
My mind will soon erase.
What matters most, to me, at least..
Is that I never tried...
And when I broke his heart so weak..
The razor tears he cried.
Some say love is just a phase...
Some say it's a test...
I scored low, without a care..
But he surpassed the best.
If you ever fall in love
Don't leave it all to chance...
For love will bloom its brightest..
Without a second glance.
Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 391 AF.
Last of Collection
Written by: Amalia Windwalker
Date: Tuesday, April 26th, 2005
Addressed to: Chiarn ny Daunse, Scarlatti, the Great Bard
I met him on a summer day
When worlds had turned to sun
And saw him in a special touch
And love had just begun.
I met him on a summer day
When cold winds, then would blow..
And in his arms, I found the warmth
As skies let loose their snow.
I found him on a Winter day
When the sun refused to shine..
And held him in my arms so tight
And told him he was mine.
I lost him on an Autumn day
I hurt him so damn deep
And in the quiet of my room
I couldn't help but weep.
I saw him on a Summer day
When life still made some sense...
And knowing now, what I should do
There was but consequence.
I loved him through the years of sin
I loved him all these years..
I loved him through the broken heart
That weeps these shallow tears.
It was my fault, I let him go
But he was not to blame..
Of all the men I've loved and lost
He still remained the same.
So I move on, and mend my heart
Love will bloom anew
And doing so, I'll learn again
A lesson, through and through.
A heart is not but just a toy
So fragile, yet so strong..
To break one is to pay the price
Forever you'll be wrong.
I sit here in my Golden Years
And think about his face..
And the image of a heart so strong
My mind will soon erase.
What matters most, to me, at least..
Is that I never tried...
And when I broke his heart so weak..
The razor tears he cried.
Some say love is just a phase...
Some say it's a test...
I scored low, without a care..
But he surpassed the best.
If you ever fall in love
Don't leave it all to chance...
For love will bloom its brightest..
Without a second glance.
Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Daedalan, in the year 391 AF.