• To me your fualts are perfections
    For nature are dark convections
    Na, the sun begins to quake
    Burned memories into our minds
    I shall be there when thy wake
    Why do they detest
    Why do they infest
    Our love for one another
    Alas, is their quest for love wronged by vile thoughts of Hate?
    Yes they are, they are jealous
    For the truth of love has been revealed
    In a world of imperfections