A rose petal falls into an ocean ripple.
A beautiful white cloud overcast.
This is what reminded of the beautiful love
That never turned out to last.
The rose petal of my love that fell from the rose of time
It fell into the ocean that is my heart.
The ripples calmly resembles the change within my soul.
The silent winds. The smooth sadness swifts over me.
So God, please tell me. How did this come to be?
The woman I gave my heart to. She is not with me.
I promise her I would be true. An honest man I am I gave my word and kept my word to.
I saw her trust was damaged. So I said to her if she could not trust me then she can surely trust you. "Her trust damaged?" Yes so was her heart to. Her heart was damaged with a broken ideal love.
What she could not understand I then lead by example.
I then later found out the truth of my love, my heart, my passion is one she could not handle.
So God I ask you, where did this misunderstood angel go? I can not find her.
Where is she? If not with you?
What her body language could not tell and her words could not speak. Her eyes told the whole story.
I remember so clearly when her love built but broken trust showed her frightened.
Her eyes softly spoke to scoot closer near thee. When she finally first kissed my lips I felt my heart skip a beat.
Never did I know at that time.
My heart would later feel the ultimate defeat of a true love now fleeting love.
Still this misunderstood angel is one I speak of.
When I do not speak I still think of.
When I do not think I still dream of.
Why could my heart never grow to know her warm embrace? Her soft comfort?
I proved my love everlasting. It can beat the sand grains of time.
A rose petal of love is mine an ocean is my heart. A ripple-A ripple is how I define.
I can write this. I can right this love.
This misunderstood angel. The whereabouts. I am not knowing of.

Within the power of love I stand tall.
Without I now fall. I fold.
The barer of this heartache.
All this pain I can no longer withhold.
I have hidden it. Withheld it I admit it was hidden. It over built all my sorrows.
That I buried now overfilled. Now I must ask. Still my beating heart..
Still my beating heart..
Be stilled....

Very expressive. It makes me feel your loss.