Of night inside endless stars, she watches down.
I find her far atop soaring angels, though she finds ways to see me eye to eye.
God tell me please how it can be, that I have her hand. Because god I am in hell, and my love rests beyond Heaven.
I pray, that when my last day has gone out, my love will sink to my lowest place of stand and hold my somehow.
And I vow to the moon and stars that our lips shall never part. Our embrace of an unspoken poetic taste will stay breathing an age after death grips the heart.
.... and love has conquered all.
2007-04-02
03:59:01
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