"unbridls" poems
I'd gladly die,
For you,
My eternal heaven.
Angels requiem and harmonize in perfect symphony, lavishing time in elegiac air.
Unbridle the harps with burning desire and unbridls joy.
So that the viscous, ruby-red blood flows a breathtaking sight.
Oh Amoret,
Caress my hand,
Praise me,
Envelope me with your voice, and may the harps be envious.
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 7:28 AM UTC