The crimson faith that encircles in the deep sphere of vision
The mirror image that I can see within her
The loop of questions that asks me for every decision
Isn't feel surreal
It clenches my heart whenever she cries
There's no doubt she has beautiful eyes
Embroidered like that grace of desire
Entangles me in like that
It shines brighter than sapphire
Cause whispers of her eyes always shares that warmth of fire.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
The crimson faith that encircles in the deep sphere of vision
The mirror image that I can see within her
The loop of questions that asks me for every decision
Isn't feel surreal
It clenches my heart whenever she cries
There's no doubt she has beautiful eyes
Embroidered like that grace of desire
Entangles me in like that
It shines brighter than sapphire
Cause whispers of her eyes always shares that warmth of fire.