Tremor of a heart
   

She dozed off into unforgetable mist...
Each subsequent breath she took, exhaled all the nightmares of the day.  She
looked truly angelic beneath her sheets of passion.  A tulip, unearthed from
tomorrow's rays, shining beautiful without some specific symbolism.  And her
eyes winced with a tremor of heart.

Laying there, sparking the dreams of love...
Whenever I looked deep into her eyes green as the sun, I felt as no other
may.  'Tis thy noble tears, which I cry upon the memories which we still
share.  Her jet-black hair brushes my arm, as her breaths remind me of those
of a small child who just recently came in from the pursuing rain.  Now
broken and tired, she shall sleep upon my knees.  And calamnity strikes.  Her
eyes wince with the tremor of a heart.

Not a word spoken, left to assume...
I knew what she thought, watching her there, late that night.  I could not
sleep for the pain was great.  Though in some twisted sort of plastic way, I
loved that pain as I loved her.  I would be incomplete without the wretched
curses, and empty without the tears.  Her dimmed eyes opened and looked up at
me with an open touch.  She smiled, and I smiled back.  Not a word spoken,
love was left to assume.  I could see it in her eyes, which winced with a
tremor of a heart.