I FEAR my walls are too tall to scale
and you will regret you tried
how many broken nails would you give
to find the soul within my skin?
The lunacy of it all to believe in faith
that when the heart speaks you must listen
what passion drives you assume you must take
but what end state does your soul desire?
I only have true love and a golden heart
is that more than the treasure you dream
to comfort you in your days through life?
The question is not of love but faith
So you wish to live with me and maybe die
through the seasons of joy and pain and life
The fabric of your dress will fade and rot
in the grave — but our love will brilliantly survive!
::/::
December 4th, 2013 at 4:35 am
Beautiful again! 🙂
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December 4th, 2013 at 3:50 pm
I can visualize a vampire saying this in a graveyard in the darkest night to one who would be their eternal love.
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December 5th, 2013 at 1:42 pm
That would be a very poetic setting!
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