Someone solicited of belle
And my retort was elle
I was deserted stoic
You made me euphoric
In the dead of life
You were my light
Dread clashed with me
You were my harmony
Obstinacy of mine aside
You were found, my pride
Till the night I die
It was not a lie
I got insane in sorrow
You were my trail to follow
To this day I still fear
Losing you was not dear
I hope our paths cross
Or it will be a great loss