a night without armor
like an alterboy with no church
whats hiding behind your extirior
is it worth the search
walk threw your wall of fire
the pain it begs "recede"
blinded by desire one would ignore it and procede.

the night turned into years
the pile it would just grow
so many letters written but not the chance to know.
each word turns into color
and resorect the days gone by,
the neverending tears of waiting, dreaming of
that god given unien of both of their lives
all the years of holding on to become man and wife.

In this night
On this day
She opened up her heart
No she waits for her lover
for they are oceans apart.