Your name dances  on my lips akin sinless tears of angel

Oh my love! Shh..

Shh...not a single word, my dear

Your breath far too precious, to squander on a hopeless imbecile like me

Your radiant eyes, unclouded by lesser gazes

Stay absolute still, my heart's trespasser!

Cease any doubts that may dare to taint your holy abode

Even in your unsympathetic silence,  still as my azure princess in slumber eternal

You are the only deity whose feet, I shall feel blessed to prostate my head at

Whether you tread a sacrilegious unending path of no hope

Whether strife and misery be only gifts still left in your bosom

Whether you are bathed in carnage's red or vexed with darkness grim black

Hear it ephemerally , and forget it soon, to let this wretched tell you once again other way

"You were, are and shall always be my harbinger of light. "

If carcinogen be the only gift that I am destined to take from your heart's coffers

If despair and melancholy of rue - if all that your grace bestows

I am still enchanted as ever, already content with that being the light, unsolicited to accept

Oh My Precious Rynzalia, here you remain, a thought, an inkling in heart mine

In vain all my try, for no door , where even your false semblance may lurk behind

Yet here I shall sing, as boorish as it might prove

Yet here I shall hum as dry as it may seem like flakes 

All in nonsensical idea of what you have been in deepest embers of mine

A venture that may seem to be sunk ship

All with yearning to quench my deepest affections that I profess for one and only you