I watched her
An ember from a smile that sparked an inferno
A glancing catch on an eye eternal internal
Unaware of her own beauty so sure of her place
To catch a conversation was to get but a taste
Courage to fight every instinct against the cruelty of rejection
Hand on heart, head in the air, I spoke to her my affection

I felt her
Gospel winged truth, the heart from heavens above
She was the apple to my eye and the wings to my dove
Caught the slipstream of her concentration, a focus of emotion
Plans of the future, we spoke of were no longer a mere motion
I position myself, for the first time in her hand
But time is fine, and slips through our fingers like sand

I heard her
Whispered and hidden, a fallacy of my reality
How could a kind hearted angel be guilty of such brutality?
Enigma from the start, and now I understand why
The code, the encryption, the truth was a lie
How I hung, how I fell on her every word
Like a lightning strike on on my soul, she tells me the concept of us is absurd

- Wrote this in literally 5 minutes, and no i'm not recovering from a broken relationship, I just thought the concept of the cycle of one kind of fitted this bit :)