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Description
A darling figure sits accompanied by a notebook.
An elegant hand drags pen over paper.
The letters, in fresh ink, curve so sweetly;
As sparkling blue eyes follow intently.
The words of a goddess
A reflection of the heart

The eyes of another drift across a luminous screen.
Text so familiar is is seen in such a revolutionary way.
The word so many use, day-by-day;
Who would imagine what they could convey?
Resonating so gently
Yet coarse as stone

Such strong emotion, as frail as it is, finally speaks out.
Has the decending angel cast off her shield?
Or has it briefly slipped from her grasp?
Neither matters as I shall one day rest behing holy guard.
Sword of glass in hand
Carving messages of love

Now that I have glimpsed at that which others covet so;
I shal always hold you, my Love, so close.
And if I may, some day, reflect with thee...
If I may, some day, smooth jagged edges...
If I may, some day, turn glass to diamond;
We shall be forever joined
Clad in the armor that is my love

Description
A darling figure sits accompanied by a notebook.
An elegant hand drags pen over paper.
The letters, in fresh ink, curve so sweetly;
As sparkling blue eyes follow intently.
The words of a goddess
A reflection of the heart

The eyes of another drift across a luminous screen.
Text so familiar is is seen in such a revolutionary way.
The word so many use, day-by-day;
Who would imagine what they could convey?
Resonating so gently
Yet coarse as stone

Such strong emotion, as frail as it is, finally speaks out.
Has the decending angel cast off her shield?
Or has it briefly slipped from her grasp?
Neither matters as I shall one day rest behing holy guard.
Sword of glass in hand
Carving messages of love

Now that I have glimpsed at that which others covet so;
I shal always hold you, my Love, so close.
And if I may, some day, reflect with thee...
If I may, some day, smooth jagged edges...
If I may, some day, turn glass to diamond;
We shall be forever joined
Clad in the armor that is my love