Lips painted the color of the night sky

Hands as soft as a dove’s feather 

For my love I would lay and die

But for now I’ll write this letter

With the Garden of Eden

Us humans first got love

And until the apple was eaten

We were as pure as the Father above

With the whispers in the wind

And the devil in the trees

I wanted you until the end

So I Descended to one of my knees

A ring can be a lot

One of fire ,one of rock

And until in ground I rot

My heart you have on lock

I need no hero

For you will come to see

That I write like Edgar Allen Poe

So that makes you , my Annabel Lee