A diva, She sings for me  Sarahnading me to sleep  Her song profound, how sweet it sounds  I am enthralled as I listen and weep  She sings of Her romanticistic ideals  As my tears fall like rain from black storm-clouds above  This melody treats a starving insomniac to a musical feast  And this is from where I drew my misconceptions of love    In Her palatial room asleep, I'd watch Sarahccubus dream  Bearing witness to Her slumber, always brought me to such peace  Whilst I beheld the Sarahnity of my beloved Sleeping Beauty  Simple delights in a paradise that I thought would never cease  These walls encased our carnal raptures;  the pleasures that lovers see  These simple delights in a paradise  that unbeknownst to me  would shortly cease...    What entwining tides of time shalt suffer unto fortune's swine?  That She would grace a pedastal that I would exalt in the dead of night  Why doth thou flaunt thy femininity with another that might  Whither in these same tragic blights that plague this despondent heart of mine?    Thus; hear my obsession...  "A twisted curse is what thou lives  A fable of love, with folklore 'twixt  Out of adoration thou cannot be blissed  So soon thou seeks remission from an empty kiss"  Thus; hear my obsession...    What wondrous ornaments were torn down from the nighting skies?  That graced a twinkling, glowing aura behind those bewildering eyes?  Her splendour, an elegance to which the higher echelons subsided  An exquisite magnificence that graced the Earth in the magick  that Aphrodite provided  This majesty, my Princess with swan-like grace and eloquence  Drowned with me in wonderland where the regal would perform their awed obeissance  But what becomes of yesterday, as tomorrow's shores lie dimmed?  Would She break the man inside the beast, and take away his  grandeur from him?    When worshipping Her was the only love that He ever knew  An ardent affair He would acclaim but ensnared passions wouldn't subdue  My archangelic enchantress roams nonchalant, abliss, abroad  But somewhere the symphony of life hath struck a deafening  foul chord...    I nearly died, attempting suicide  Under the same zodiac and in the same vain  But I would not chide this ill-fated rhyme  For love-sickened sorrow swallowed for me a bleak bane  My love was in vain    Conducting the symphonies that these illustrious orchestras play  But why doth dirge infiltrate music this way?  Slowly suffocating, suffusing the air with my mourning, tragic song  With solemn words I Sarahnade my enthralled throng; thus    "This romance has died to an ill-fated fear  That this love would flourish eternally abundant throughout  echoing blissed years  But poets haven't verses to convey my pains  Only now that dusk falls, the memory of holding thee  returns again..."    And then it fades  As I realise what game thou doth play...