Ti agmúla, agápit . By Lee Nye

Sometimes, the analysed  sky is my therapist/
Heindsight 20/20 ,  enthusiastic fantasist/ 
Thoughts of where i've been into where I’m going,  introspective reflection /
misdirection and deception led me to ‘her’ caramel complexion/
Morena beauty, smile as calming as the moon in a harbour/
I knew the distance would be hard, but being without her would be harder/
So I commenced /
To seek romance at any expense/

Suspense met intensity , connection was immense/
No negivity breached my perimeter, a bond was made with quick progression/
We etched our names into lovers lane somewhere between heaven and Armageddon /
I was hers, she was mine , the chemistry was explosive. /
The sun cried the moon danced as reassurance when I wrote this/
Normal life then continued , gradually feelings did get crazy /
Not together in the physical but mentally we connected daily./
Although we wasn't together we were no longer alone/
She had me feeling like a scarred king making his way home to the throne /
So If a picture paints a thousand words,  let us paint a thousand pictures/
A love that's  written about  in scriptures that produce healing powers like elixars/
In her i learnt to board my train of thought, fly my mental plane /
And understand that past cries of the heart were merely growing pains/ 
Because in the end, all that remains is our picture upon a shelf /
So to love health and wealth let us embrace the hand were delt/