Tragedy

The reflection of his pure soul through the mirrors of his eyes,
Even when the sun doesn't rise,
Makes my heart bounce with joy,
And makes my soul rejoice,
It's endlessly pouring love,
If he shuts his eyes I fall,
He beholds the candles of my life,
Inside the lanterns of his eyes,
That separate his path from mine,
That the demons between us seek to destroy,
They're exhausting the lights of my soul,
Hissing like snakes in his ears
distorting the truth of our love........