you sparkle like a shining,

shimmering night or knight.

There was but a lengthy lull,

she waited to be crossed and scaled,

so that I may.

Windows to the soul,

they are too glassy,

ever sassy,

like teardrops upon a pain.

Salutations to my newly find,

my new found misery,

yet falling,

and again, anyway.

How may but I be,

a happy so happy,

yet so saddening,

but to say