Morgana

I wonder,where my trouble should have gone? For I have met you wandering the world facing nothingness lonesome. So was I.
And now to wander becomes to walk, the world becomes our world, to face becomes to admire, nothingness becomes everything and lonesome, well, lonesome becomes together. Somehow we mean forever for the both of us.
My trouble went away, for I have discovered the power of love.