Dec 2, 2016, 12:02 AM

Eternal obey 

  Poetry » Love, Other
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 Thou lips bring poison and delight.
Thou eyes are brighter than the night.
I can stay to hold your hand.
Until we die, burn crimson, dear.

 

  Thou catch is all I needed of;
we'll never let the other go.
So, 'til exist eternal love,
we'll divide her with one soul...

 

  And if one of us leave and die,
the other will burn in hellfires;
but whatever happens, dear,
you'll have my soul, I'll having yours.   

 *Soulbanshee*

© F. G. R. All rights reserved.

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