Requiams of the Soulless Heart: Sounds of Painted Sonatas

Counting the years, your love made me think of nobody else;
As early dawn crept in the room, always knew waking with you was best part of laying with you
For not to sleep with you, but to be there first and last thing with you,
That fills my dreams on its own an my days with wonder;
You have become the Eastern and Westerning Sun,
Beginning and ending with you, my world rises and sets,
Light of the stars and the dark of my moons revolve around you like gravity;
Where would I run to, in a revolution my world rises and sets in you
the radiance of your light brings forth in me autumn summer and spring,
where there was once only the cold and lonely winter,
And in the sunlight of your smile, warming in me places that were cold and unforgiving
I was in a place that was hard to find, but I saw in you a living sound breathing into me
Mí Vida, my background canvas often grey an blues,
I heard in you, figures dancing to colors of red and greens, filling multi-purpled colored nights
And in the moonlight of your voice is a sonata, writing requiems on my once dead soulless heart;
Now today, in the contrast of yesterday, tomorrow changes caused by the presence of you,
my shadow fades and opens up that lost an flattened hidden door,
Sure as July unequivalently brings heated desert skies, and nights once painted in dark inks,
In you lay the masterpieces that I just can’t live without,
From now, and unto the end of my kingdom, I Love You