I am Dante
I am a poet, a writer, and a fool
My love for her burns worse than hell
I will go through the circles
Of the nine hells below
Just to have her rest in my arms
My soul will suffer
As those below do,
But my love for her will guide me
The fires may touch my skin
And the hopelessness will hit me,
But I will keep fighting for her
I care not for the souls of the souls of the ******
I only care for the soul of my love
For she is my Beatrice
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
I am Dante
I am a poet, a writer, and a fool
My love for her burns worse than hell
I will go through the circles
Of the nine hells below
Just to have her rest in my arms
My soul will suffer
As those below do,
But my love for her will guide me
The fires may touch my skin
And the hopelessness will hit me,
But I will keep fighting for her
I care not for the souls of the souls of the ******
I only care for the soul of my love
For she is my Beatrice
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