Did I write before of how I miss thee,
Of how I long for your smile's glee,
Sweet as a summer breeze on the cold blue waves,
Fresh as a green apple bitten with haste?
Did I spoke of how blood replies to blood,
Of the dialogue of systoles in a warm embrace,
Of how I hear the heart pumping outside
Trillions of atoms running, toward you to hide?
When the words, like bees, swarm of a mind
Troubled with fears, anxieties, frights
It's that diastole, feeding my veins,
All organs, alive, nourish evil away.
And through all storms and roses, I tell you again
Of happiness, of joy, and Satan's tears fade
When in a moment, a gesture, a gaze I lose
The borders where you and I begin, so I choose
No time, no space or bind to keep you away
A farewell now in waiting with night - muse's plea.
Of how I long for your smile's glee,
Sweet as a summer breeze on the cold blue waves,
Fresh as a green apple bitten with haste?
Did I spoke of how blood replies to blood,
Of the dialogue of systoles in a warm embrace,
Of how I hear the heart pumping outside
Trillions of atoms running, toward you to hide?
When the words, like bees, swarm of a mind
Troubled with fears, anxieties, frights
It's that diastole, feeding my veins,
All organs, alive, nourish evil away.
And through all storms and roses, I tell you again
Of happiness, of joy, and Satan's tears fade
When in a moment, a gesture, a gaze I lose
The borders where you and I begin, so I choose
No time, no space or bind to keep you away
A farewell now in waiting with night - muse's plea.
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