No constant may it be
How much you enlighten me.
A single sound, a breath
Separating life from death;
Divine beauty in its pure form
Unlike demons, much like them;
Scarlet, yes, it's still defined
Crimson with a touch of you.
Go! Unite the fragments.
See! The improbable dreams.
Read! My letters to you.
Just say it:
"I love you too."
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
No constant may it be
How much you enlighten me.
A single sound, a breath
Separating life from death;
Divine beauty in its pure form
Unlike demons, much like them;
Scarlet, yes, it's still defined
Crimson with a touch of you.
Go! Unite the fragments.
See! The improbable dreams.
Read! My letters to you.
Just say it:
"I love you too."
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