Love... Do I even stand a chance?
Beneath your glowing veneer,
Where I meld with old fires
and those vapors of doubt.
For here I have been...
Suspended in forest green,
Watching timid hopes wake,
deep in the sweetest ache.
Tell me true...
Is there a tender thought of me,
safe from those flames?
Or is this a dreamer's lot?
For with you,
I have no bonds of breath.