Warrens and the run.

It's the beauty in his eyes etched in daylight Warrens and the run of the sea that holds,

The lonely nights that make waves deeper, in a starlight night where the moon unfolds,

There's a carryover sky below my feet, as the shadows dance 
their lone parade 

an incredible sight in my heart 
Where the crease was made

On paper white with pens of gold
His heart drawn to the flame

Around it and arrow etched emmortal , so his name won't fade 

Where he sleeps in comparison to live,  I hide myself away from view

But nothing more than an average sky comes resting then beside 
me too,

For love as deep as any sea,  considers to collide,  where the waves are deepest still
You live below the tide.