Where he be, the soulless one,
whose passion stirs my blood and lingers there within my heart,
your touch when thee did part.
I wait in vain for next we meet,
in shadows dark and cold,
then happily kiss thy lips when near,
my love…
my heart…
come here.
whose passion stirs my blood and lingers there within my heart,
your touch when thee did part.
I wait in vain for next we meet,
in shadows dark and cold,
then happily kiss thy lips when near,
my love…
my heart…
come here.
Very interesting, Sue. I'll have to come back a few times and read it again, allowing my changing mood to drive the piece's energy.
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-Jimmy
Dark love! How intriguing, my friend. How intriguing.
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