A Light to my Heart
Her hair the golden waves of the sun,
Her cheek the stone-cold winter's frost.
Her eyes a vivid pool of sorrow,
Her soul mourns silently; her hope, lost...
Alas! My heart aches for this fair maiden!
From whence she came my mind cannot tell;
This fair lady, this sad, cold beauty,
In her presence I could always dwell.
A white rose amongst black death,
A light to my heart in times so dark,
She is a glorious being to behold.
Forever my heart will bear her mark.