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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