It Was Love
Cold, like ice I sit and tremble and watch my doom approaching the heavens blacken shades rivaling that of midnight smothering me in darkness I close my eyes afraid to face the end that is coming closer and closer I feel its ominous breath upon my face and faintly hear an evil laugh in the distance some cruel god reveling in my demise I take my last breath when suddenly... a soft breeze sighs through the darkness faint music drifts upon the air the evil laugh becomes a wail and is gone I wonder what mighty force could have driven away the darkness and then I know as I feel the soft touch of your lips it was love