Beneath a winter moon waxing lyrically, romantic poetry fills my soul, the spellbound scenes of a angel freed to bless the night with passions glow. Our love extends, past chapter ends, of a tale scripted in the stars, burning bright, our hearts delight, hurled from a distant nebular. Crapsing each more tightly than death, our souls have sailed through time, escaping from chains were others were slain, our love comes from the divine. Above the ceiling of the sky , to core of the earth, we were destined lovers, far before birth. Heavens constellations dancing out to the sun, stars...