These tears I’m wailing,
I spill not without reason,
My dearest love my…
Take me to the place,
Where the grotesquely lonely,
I’ve been dreaming of.
I’ve hung on, hung on
Please, please be mine dearest love,
For one hundred years.
Passing it seems fatefully,
To love and long and sever,
To please God most greatfully,
To touch your lips not ever.
Brush so close our destiny,
But choose only the mundane,
Love stretching through history,
What wonders it could contain.
Relinquish your attachments,
Hear Angel’s trumpets massing;
Heralding our contentment,
Or else resigned to passing.
Stranger still a resonance,
A link that remained unseen,
Our hearts held fast tremulous,
A song to our souls serene.
Love that defies expression,
That is but one and many,
All things at our discretion,
Lover, friend to make merry.
In you I find confidence,
Share my heart without danger,
We float on God’s providence,
Put your hand in mine stranger.
All your little quirks,
I swear to God I need ya,
Yeah I’m quite strange too.
Thinking tomorrow,
The places you want to go,
Without you I can’t…
A selfish lover,
The last heart you’ll uncover
Never no other.
Grateful, I am beholden,
Love through time and space echoed,
Through God I am emboldened,
To him I feel a debt-owed.
Please my love wouldst remember,
Our spirits were once married,
To this we must surrender,
My love, be you not worried.
I have come not roguishly,
To steal more than my plateful,
Your love and your progeny,
For that I am most grateful.
Oh I can heart it
When that old song starts to play
Just cutting through me
In familiar ways,
The useless seems to matter,
Consumed and enthused
All that came before,
Give me everything I need,
Or enough to sleep.
Glory my love, reverence,
To kiss thine lips I adore,
To weigh lust with temperance,
To give life, divine succor.
Your eyes wide and bountiful,
Your heart the deepest wellspring
Your soul pure and fanciful,
Your lips a muted bee-sting.
For you I will champion,
A life of noble story,
With you, our days halcyon,
To live in timeless glory.
It’s always the same,
Watched your face for a long time,
In the pouring rain.
It dies so quickly
Only thing worth living for
It grows so slowly.
Oh but it’s called love,
It’s called love, love, love love love,
It belongs to us.
Sleeper you must awaken,
For your true love is waiting,
Her faith in love unshaken,
A kiss divine, worth fating.
I’ve come my love, forever,
Beside me here, sit awhile,
Our bond none could dissever,
Our union none could defile.
Nay this world nor avalon,
No one could love you deeper,
Your face, last I lay-eyes-on,
One more time cherished sleeper.
Darkly Dreaming Demographic. 
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