I feel your heart
Beat in my hands
And though my soul should despise my head
And though the rain echoes your eyes
And though in all facets of life
I should clasp you tight
I find my mind trespasses my hands
And my lips no longer craving yours
How could love grow to shrivel and die
Carcass easily blown aside
I must be scarred with such ugly knolls
To not love someone like you
But what is love with no desire?
What is heat
Without a fire?
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