A Battle Lost

Bad times pass,

Good ones follow,

The Basement has lost its battle for me.

We smile together forgetting the past,

Forgetting the doubts,

Forgetting shared tears.

Bad times pass,

Thanks to you, my dear.

The basement has retreated and I am free.

Thanks to you,

My darling,

I am a prisoner no longer.

Bad times pass,

Good times engulf mw,

As we hold hands in the candlelight.

I've joined you in heaven,

At long,

Long Last.

Lyria Shard