To’ve called her name, and the birthmark bore.
And await the caress of skin on skin.
Eyes up while wander, believe in being forgotten.
But time does not bend to wishes or mend,
The lost or yearning souls in sorrowed times.
This voice has called a name. The stars personify.
And implore, let those eyes ponder the same sky.
A soul tinted, the same eternal mark as mine.