On the shores of wrong and right
She glides to bring me mirth,
Amid her madness she smiles
And kisses me with her spackle of light...
She is my passion.
Her luscious scent I breathe,
Like a wave she sways my ghoul.
To embrace her soul is to live like king.
Solemnly a wrath sees her to her sleep as
Tears eternally smear onyx oaks
Of untold pleasures.
Her warm clouds cover me
Every day she lives in me,
Glowing in the dark a
Fortress of bliss she brings.
A sparkle of hope reigns and gives
Birth to our passion,
Blame me not for
Her broken wings guide me home.
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