She is my sacrament;
Sacrilegious bliss brought with every kiss.
All heartache withers in her arms,
My soul is set aflame
whenever she speaks my name.
Lost in the tantalizing gaze of her eyes.
All wounds of the heart and soul
have bled to a final drop;
My body aches for more and more
To be dragged through a garden
of thorns to see her again.
The shadows of loneliness die
Beneath the radiance of our delight;
She is my salvation in a sea of despair.
Love and lust entwine into one:
Vice and virtue join hands in an unholy matrimony.
She is my sacrament:
The light that flickers within the depths of my heart
Too long lost in a labyrinth of pain and suffering.
Alas I found my way into her arms;
My light in a maelstrom of misery,
She is the love I've prayed for all of my life.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
She is my sacrament;
Sacrilegious bliss brought with every kiss.
All heartache withers in her arms,
My soul is set aflame
whenever she speaks my name.
Lost in the tantalizing gaze of her eyes.
All wounds of the heart and soul
have bled to a final drop;
My body aches for more and more
To be dragged through a garden
of thorns to see her again.
The shadows of loneliness die
Beneath the radiance of our delight;
She is my salvation in a sea of despair.
Love and lust entwine into one:
Vice and virtue join hands in an unholy matrimony.
She is my sacrament:
The light that flickers within the depths of my heart
Too long lost in a labyrinth of pain and suffering.
Alas I found my way into her arms;
My light in a maelstrom of misery,
She is the love I've prayed for all of my life.
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