Saturday, 13 September 2014

Quintessence of Love

Eager eyes
Narrow sights
A bit of love, a bit of lust

Simmering smiles
Will evaporate
What then will, be left of us?

Lovers depart, a broken trust
Life to death, corpse to dust
Dreams die, worlds collapse
Let’s not wait,

On the other side

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