ANGUISH OF A FOOLISH LOVER
It feels like guilt of an adulterer who hurts his wife
every time I court your soul
you feel empty; belonging elsewhere, your eyes into the distance
as if looking at a god of love who brings you erotic flames
that you think I am too cold to smolder
As if I am a facade, unknown to you
you want to caress my being that you think is wax
melt it with your mild hotness
in your valley where i would flow as a seasonal river
leaving me thirsting, rigid, swooning for love's softness
In the night, the angels sigh waiting for our rebirth
so they could rejoice
our perception that suffers your mist, roaming with uncertainty
cries tormented by your darkly smudges on our robe of purity
your marriage to the unceremonious lowly beings
leaves our temple deadened by loss of virginity
Our love that arts on glass is now vulnerable
unseen forces seek to shatter it
so whence i look at your face..an image of a rippling mirror
hidden frowns beneath flawless masquerade
The walls of your secrets crumble
like the proverbial house of cards
your secrecy reeks the terrible musk of betrayal
the moans of your night and activity of your day
mate to consummate your fall
Yet I am revisited by the anguish of twins
the visitation of forked reality of loss
if Am to love you
i wonder who is to love me
It was yesterday when you came in tides
tides that brought to my shore a dying soul
and I took you, mended and added an ounce of life
once again you became a rose wanting to be plucked
red as you are, scarlet with my love,
you bleed demons
Yet I love to whore with you...
to lose my sense of caution whenever I let you in
to hate my finesse and love your disarray
to call you knowing you hide a dagger
to love you as i wait
you betrayal, my pain, your promise
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every time I court your soul
you feel empty; belonging elsewhere, your eyes into the distance
as if looking at a god of love who brings you erotic flames
that you think I am too cold to smolder
As if I am a facade, unknown to you
you want to caress my being that you think is wax
melt it with your mild hotness
in your valley where i would flow as a seasonal river
leaving me thirsting, rigid, swooning for love's softness
In the night, the angels sigh waiting for our rebirth
so they could rejoice
our perception that suffers your mist, roaming with uncertainty
cries tormented by your darkly smudges on our robe of purity
your marriage to the unceremonious lowly beings
leaves our temple deadened by loss of virginity
Our love that arts on glass is now vulnerable
unseen forces seek to shatter it
so whence i look at your face..an image of a rippling mirror
hidden frowns beneath flawless masquerade
The walls of your secrets crumble
like the proverbial house of cards
your secrecy reeks the terrible musk of betrayal
the moans of your night and activity of your day
mate to consummate your fall
Yet I am revisited by the anguish of twins
the visitation of forked reality of loss
if Am to love you
i wonder who is to love me
It was yesterday when you came in tides
tides that brought to my shore a dying soul
and I took you, mended and added an ounce of life
once again you became a rose wanting to be plucked
red as you are, scarlet with my love,
you bleed demons
Yet I love to whore with you...
to lose my sense of caution whenever I let you in
to hate my finesse and love your disarray
to call you knowing you hide a dagger
to love you as i wait
you betrayal, my pain, your promise
Riddlecode.
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