semblance

hey,I'd like her to be happy in the realm of eamptyrean
all you said still was saturated in my hart
days before eyes saw you with a halo of hollowness
I dreamed you had the key to my favorite forrest
the perfection in your hart needs to shine without shadows
maybe we dreamed the same complexity in which this
 paradigm fluxed
while a night was pale haze semblance of magic
passion hopes was sequenced by time.