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These Spring nights are burning passion
Both by nature, and by your touch
We lie above the covers, fooling around
Fueled by the flame of our embrace

These Summer nights are heating up
As we sleep by each other's side
Without feeling one another
Unbearable to be and not to be in your arms

These Autumn nights are calming
As we lie in the end of my bed
Looking through my window
Up at the sky, and the rain

These Winter nights are dark
But your light will lead the way
Through corridors of dreams
Till we once again see dawn
I wouldn't let the silent skies
shush our love.
It's a storm everyone knows.
Born every night.
When leaves crawl and clouds
sing through thunders,
They sing for our love
that blooms under the blanket
of our beds.
As the birds wake us up
the next chilled morning,
We become the warm breeze
from the much warmer sun.
I'll never let the weather change us,
Mould us with the tornado's
or grasp us in the rains.
I'll always let us scream,
All in the name of Love.
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A waning season
Clouds billow without reason
Morning sky hovers
She's talking about the cloth we're cut from and the scissors she used
but I'm only half listening, because
there is this pain in my jaw that comes from dreaming
and outside the house i can hear somebody speaking

She's asking about the axes I've ground and the wounds I've licked,
I can't tell her a thing and in this dream
my mouth is sewn shut and I am not strong enough to change anything

in the morning I will wonder why she comes to me,
but doesn't stay
Gone is my inspiration , difficulties
Occur when am trying to write,since
you not here. I wonder who is getting
Inspired by the essence of your smile.

Am asking you to come close for am
  missing you and my inspiration is
Fading.  Distant you remain but my
heart ignores it all,allowing me to
Love you even more.

Grace of GOD tell me where to go,
Since am lost without her around me.
I envy these times. How can i speak to this dead walls since they only speak silence?
Only your picture and memories remain,
Apart we stay
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