Good night my love
How I wish you well
The respect of The Gods
The eyes that tell
The truth of hearts
That secrets concealed
Intentions seem harmless
Yet still I feel
To breathe you in
And not exhale
I believe that love
Is a magical spell
Our world is infested
With the thoughts of fools
Yet trust is a knife
In the hands of two
Fear is an issue
We must cut through...
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Good night my love
How I wish you well
The respect of The Gods
The eyes that tell
The truth of hearts
That secrets concealed
Intentions seem harmless
Yet still I feel
To breathe you in
And not exhale
I believe that love
Is a magical spell
Our world is infested
With the thoughts of fools
Yet trust is a knife
In the hands of two
Fear is an issue
We must cut through...
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