As the wind blew, and as the sky fell, and as the earth was slowly waking from its deep slumber, he started to regain feeling in his toes. As they wigled, he felt a surge throughout his body, a sharp jolt of energy shocking every fiber of his being. He was slowly coming back to life, of that there was no longer any doubt. An echo of his rebirth plumets to the far end of the world, and there are no cries to hear at night, just the silent whispers of a new dawn, of a new life. The fault lies with you. You called him beautiful, you kissed his lips, and you caressed his body with your fingers. He didn't really have a choice, for his heart is yours and yours alone, and it beats with a pulse stronger than even before. It seems the book of love has only started to be written, and you can sing him anything.
