Concerto - (Old poetry)

Piece 1              TO TAKE THE TIME

To take the time to walk away,
Still the back never turned.
For much of all there is to say,
For one who has been burned.

Taking a moment, to take a breath.
Forever to own it, and never forget.

He'll forever have open arms,
Till death but not death alone.
The heart is very strong,
Eduring to the final blow.

With the grace of she in mind,
He felt invincible to time.
Every second and every day,
That ever passed along the straight.

The light is still held for you,
when ever you are lost in darkness.
The warmth is always for you,
When ever you are cold.
Since the time he promised to be true.
Can't you tell he loves you?


If it was puppy love,
Then there was never love at all
He cares through guck and mud.
For you he'd give the world...

~Kuro

Piece 2                     SPEACHLESS

It's another expression as to say, that you of all took my breath away.
But I truly must say sorry, for I promised to no longer make you weary.
Perhaps you can even tell, for you I'd fly and fall.

You still have my love,
but your heart you did retrieve.
I've gone from hawk to dove,
and I wish I could make you believe.

And so I apologize I can't make your pulse race,
So with that I walk away in disgrace....

~R.T. & ~Kuro

Piece 3        Another day

How can one go on, when there is no road.
How must one see, when there is no light.
You were the road, and I was the candle.
No longer is there a direction,
For me to light the way.

With out you I feel lost,
With out me you'll see blind.
We can both live alone and be happy,
But together we can have it all.

If I've asked you once,
Then I'll ask you again.
I'll ask like I once did.
As the first time I ever have.

Will you be my vampiress,
To come and bite me upon neck?
Shall I be your Rhythan,
To enjoy that painfull kiss?

It's true I have the light,
If you'll just lead the way.
Be a proper lady,
And I, a gentleman if you may.

There will be another day,
There will be another life.
What's the purpose of the day,
If there is never a night.
A night so we may understand the day,
And a day so we may appreciate the night.
And so through it all I see no one better,
Than you to be at my side.

Death is not as morbid as some think,
Rather the ending to a story.
Which is continued by writers,
The kin of those who have left.

Please take my hand and walk with me.
As you once did, hold it and never let go.
I'll carry you all the way,
if you need me to.
But I'm sure you would rather carry yourself.
I would expect no less from you,
How could I ever let you go,
Oh my dear sweet girl.

I've always cared since before I met you,
I've always cared since before I left here.
Those three months of mist in my return,
I wonder what I did wrong.............

~R.T.