Have you ever been swept off your feet?
So deep in thought you haven’t sleep in weeks?
She came over me and wept on knees
It was like she felt death on my cheeks
Who could say if I were ever alive?
But one could think of no better demise
Who searches forever for signs
Always seeming to be the end of times
I am elusive, smooth through the shadows
You conclude that I have died through the battles
I am unaware of myself
Because you have prepared me no help
A mystery, my existence
I’m listening, for a witness
To whisper me into presence
An entryway out of Heaven
Right into vengeance
Waiting for you to mention
Romance isn’t dead, neither honor nor chivalry
They lie in ashes awaiting rekindling
Living within me, within my vicinity
If never acknowledged, it can not be
Hard to see, but they are alive
