It was a mere glimpse that I got
Of you, in a moment so faint
Still it was the reflection I sought
Of your halo that I could paint
Paint it not on a canvas
But on the vacant space of my soul
But why should I cover a truth so beautiful
Even it shows me to be a selfish man
I have been seeking to heal the wounds
So deeply engraved in the heart and soul
Such that they may not actually heal
But I can camouflage them to not to see
I know not whether we will be one
But that’s his call and can be decided by none
Still the memory will still remain
For me to hand to in all disdain
It was a mere glimpse that I got
Of you, in a moment so faint
Still it was the reflection I sought
Of your halo that I could paint
