Drowned
She is a river of love,
flowing from the waters of my heart.
End to start, she's all that i desire,
a rare rose that blooms in the dark,
a magick spark, that melts the
coldness of my heart.
Come what may, i'll live another
day.
If but only to see;
her smile,
her eyes,
to smell her hair,
and taste her lips,
to feel the beating of her heart,
to call her name
to drowned in her arms.
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