Come feel my love, the sweet desire,
Lay your snow on my funeral pyre.
Ashes blown in the night owls eye,
And sang my heart this lustrous fire.
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How many moons have shimmered past,
Too many wars have come to last.
Only Tragedy befalls arrogance of man,
Let’s flee my love, to the god’s great land.
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Float in the silver sun, carry me too,
Our lore shall be passed like a kissing fuel.
And when we shall become a saddest past,
Come be my love, my darkest cast.
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Your body is my shrine, a grotesque blend.
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We shall elope with summer winds,
Our path we’ll have winter entwined.
And when the morning current sores,
Hold my hands in your darkest shores.
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Embrace my heart, this stranded creep,
Your broken part is mine to keep.
Beyond all lies, your pieces I hold,
To fix it with my crimson gold.
-Poetbabu