Heart of hearts, love and pride,
In my kingdom she is a golden bride,
Her eyes dance like the sea,
For Tonight she is free,

Linen threads that bound her to reality,
Have lost their hold after an eternity,
Of bloody screams, of hidden cries,
All for the sake of a beautiful vise,

The story you hear, is precious my dear,
You must not back away in fear,
Come young heats, I shall tell the tale,
Only to those who dare,

Love is not lost,the golden bride now knows,
Envy and hatred no longer is needed as she takes her vows,
Standing at the empty altar, lit with heaven's light,
A hearty smile, she ends the internal fight,

She's not a vacancy, she's not a vessel to insecurity,
She is the sky, stars, beautiful infinity,
No longer suspended in space,
Stuck in the maze,

She's poetry a poet would want to write,
Which a painter would love to paint she is that sight,
Not a particle of ash, she is the shining light,
She isn't damaged but the epitome of might,

She's a pure feeling,
She's a gentle healing,

She's a wine you want to taste,
She's seductively divine yet chaste,

She's a mystery unsolved,

Underneath that young wild charm, shes wise,
Never to be touched just drunk with the eyes,

Poetry flows in her veins,
She is mad in love, oh she's beautifully insane,

Oh beg pardon, she is poetry herself,
She's above material, above power, wealth ,pelf,

She has stopped her internal fight,
She has flown on into the light,
She realises she was the beauty in the stars above,
The golden bride has begun to believe in love