Spring is the Season for love to bloom, And rescue the blackest heart from the deepest tomb. Now rotting away in a shadowy abyss, Was a faceless man waiting to be awoken by a kiss, When an Angel with a kiss like fire, Finally did appease the man's desire, And now the light which had eluded his soul, Began to fill him and make him whole. Like him her face was bare, But her eyes stood out with their erotic stare, Her hair loose and wild when the breeze had blown, Just as if it had a mind of its' own, Her body language permeated a senual feeling, Making her all the more appealing, But even the tantalizing appeal of her flesh, Will never equal the sexiness of a mind without rest, Her skin as soft as a satin sheet, Sweating hips pleaded to repeat, Her hands he could hold for hours on end, That sweet smile and flavorful lips a perfect blend. But alas their timing was far off the chart, For this Angel was mending a broken heart, So leaving for Heaven she said goodbye, And gave one last hug before flying off to the sky, So with a single tear rolling down his disappearing face, He turned to hear a voice vibrating out of space, It was Despair and again it was calling him back, To the lonely and dank prison of a reborn heart of black.