I lurk through the night, 
               Wondering if she shall come 
                I look through 
                the closed windows of her soul 
                seeing the beautiful Light and dark 
                infinite shades of a googolplex of colors 
                and I see her face,
                it gives me both exaltation and remorse
                
                              I want to dance
                         I want to die. 

                   I want to live each moment 
                      as if it were my first.
 
                Looking to my heart, I wonder, is it cursed? 
                I peek into the window of her soul 
                pondering 
                whether or not 
                she ever truly did let me in or was it? 
				Just a story told.