How many times
Have I told you
That you are the most enchanting deity
To make me believe
That there is a higher being
That gave my eyes something to admire
A soul as pure as fire
A town crier
you have made of me
Endless adulation
No state of frustration
Emits from your being
Except when I upset you
I swear, It was only teasing
How pleasing your tone
It doesn't idle like mine
I could be shipwrecked
And I'd gladly die of thirst
to hear such euphony
You see?
You are a muse to me
But so much more
Than words
I no longer demur
To these feelings
I give approbation
To our souls
I pray for synchronisation
But above all else
I want mine and your love
To never get lost
in translation
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
How many times
Have I told you
That you are the most enchanting deity
To make me believe
That there is a higher being
That gave my eyes something to admire
A soul as pure as fire
A town crier
you have made of me
Endless adulation
No state of frustration
Emits from your being
Except when I upset you
I swear, It was only teasing
How pleasing your tone
It doesn't idle like mine
I could be shipwrecked
And I'd gladly die of thirst
to hear such euphony
You see?
You are a muse to me
But so much more
Than words
I no longer demur
To these feelings
I give approbation
To our souls
I pray for synchronisation
But above all else
I want mine and your love
To never get lost
in translation
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