I wish it were you
With whom my heart flew
Whose contours I drew
When love would ensue
Whose tender touch
Marked wet skin
And whose blood lips
Yearned for a caress
Whose sun-streaked hair
And eyes of honey
Kissed the soul
With a touch of heaven
Whose comfort I’ll never feel
Whose pain I’ll never know
Whose wishes I can’t fulfill
Whose scent will fade
Into death with her love
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
I wish it were you
With whom my heart flew
Whose contours I drew
When love would ensue
Whose tender touch
Marked wet skin
And whose blood lips
Yearned for a caress
Whose sun-streaked hair
And eyes of honey
Kissed the soul
With a touch of heaven
Whose comfort I’ll never feel
Whose pain I’ll never know
Whose wishes I can’t fulfill
Whose scent will fade
Into death with her love
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