My love shining brighter in a dim candlelight,
Casting no shadows on a wall that's in front of glistening moonlight.
Bleeding hands with all thorns and prickles.
Yet a rose is what remarks a love so deep.
Heavy breaths, pounding hearts,
Trembling me and my moon,
My sun shining so dazzingly.
An omen with no sign, only to happen thrice.