There's a light at the end,
The end is near.
I continually pretend
That it is you who I fear.
It's your deep waters that I seek
Where it is only you and me.
I want to explore the fun of your shallow waters, but you keep deceiving me.
There's a burning flame at the end,
The time is near.
Like the serpent underneath the flower, you display a calm and beautiful appearance.
But when it gets deep I experience enormous swells of your deadly wrath - without any escape.
You are the ocean of my love for you and the love-swells never stop crashing over me.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
There's a light at the end,
The end is near.
I continually pretend
That it is you who I fear.
It's your deep waters that I seek
Where it is only you and me.
I want to explore the fun of your shallow waters, but you keep deceiving me.
There's a burning flame at the end,
The time is near.
Like the serpent underneath the flower, you display a calm and beautiful appearance.
But when it gets deep I experience enormous swells of your deadly wrath - without any escape.
You are the ocean of my love for you and the love-swells never stop crashing over me.
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