poem of my darkest hour

I saw that in the darkest hour you pray without desire and who may you kiss tonight
but the fire of love and devotion with out a notion of relentless night. I saw you that night you shine so ever bright just be there through my lost shining sight and let you hear my hearts chimes one by one ding dong ding dong ding.

Although you have become so vulgar and insificiant I've come to love you is that omniciant? I doubt the trouble you would ever find be a woman with no sight of perversion self obsession or in your case obsorbtion dont doubt that you wont find self devotion cause you will actually you already found it ... its on your heart.