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What now, lies within it? A treasure, rose bud. Shining bright, waiting quiet He knows, he wants, he craves. Where then, can he find it? She holds the key, my dear. Raven haired, longing eyes She waits, she longs, she hopes. How now, shall he go about it? With subtlety, bright daisy. Soft whispers, muttered name A house, a place, a smile. How then, shall he reach it? By cleverness, sweet child. Key turns, door opens The light, the night, the moon. How nigh, shall he find it? Through stealth, gentle babe. Soft step, floating shadow A box, a lock, a snap. How heard, shall he escape it? No escape, darling mine. She gasps, he turns Their eyes, their fears, their hearts. What then, he does not hurt her? Souls meet, Butterfly. Her kiss, his lust In love, in dark, in moaning. Sweet romance! Do they know it? Love triumphs, soft angel. Passion burns, a lantern falls Their fire, their ash, their death. No! Why? Could they not fight it? Don’t fight, sunshine True love, to die there So whole, so perfect, so destined. But wait, what of the box? Fear not, mine daughter. Look inside, to find only Their love.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
The Lover's Box
What now, lies within it? A treasure, rose bud. Shining bright, waiting quiet He knows, he wants, he craves. Where then, can he find it? She holds the key, my dear. Raven haired, longing eyes She waits, she longs, she hopes. How now, shall he go about it? With subtlety, bright daisy. Soft whispers, muttered name A house, a place, a smile. How then, shall he reach it? By cleverness, sweet child. Key turns, door opens The light, the night, the moon. How nigh, shall he find it? Through stealth, gentle babe. Soft step, floating shadow A box, a lock, a snap. How heard, shall he escape it? No escape, darling mine. She gasps, he turns Their eyes, their fears, their hearts. What then, he does not hurt her? Souls meet, Butterfly. Her kiss, his lust In love, in dark, in moaning. Sweet romance! Do they know it? Love triumphs, soft angel. Passion burns, a lantern falls Their fire, their ash, their death. No! Why? Could they not fight it? Don’t fight, sunshine True love, to die there So whole, so perfect, so destined. But wait, what of the box? Fear not, mine daughter. Look inside, to find only Their love.
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Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
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