The window is shattered The door shut close He is all her poetry She is his arid prose
Like the tide bounded to moon They violently rise and fall Two paque souls washed up in zenith Emotions withered with uphill crawl
Dewy eyes encompassed sweet terrors Their still warmth lingers in valley of past Haunting the spiritual moors of fusion In the scriptures of silence only last
He is lost in the stars of his demise She is infuse revolving around his planet Until his husky heart loses the war of life Until her soul suffocates in silk blanket