Sinking ever spiralling,
She’s afraid to lose control,
As our doubts are quieting,
Your love I wouldst not cajole.
Need for you is maddening,
I carry it now always,
Something greater channelling,
Lead to you, my heart ablaze.
Please don’t bare me scournfully,
Thou art the potion drinking,
Love I long for urgently,
Not lost nor drowning, sinking.
Every breath there’s life,
They’ll pronounce us man and wife,
Now and evermore.
Once you’ve found your thrill,
I’d chase you up the hill, now-
And all throughout time.
Now my memory,
What was once a fantasy,
All I’ve ever known.
Fading, clinging desperately,
To light that chases shadows,
To love that shines disparately,
Sinking into the shallows.
By your lips held captivate,
Your eyes light up my darkness,
A kiss that would culminate,
Devotion to your likeness.
When I hold you seamlessly;
In a strangers heart wading,
Lean against me weightlessly,
Into you, my love, fading.
Take a breath thats true
To the hold the hand inside you
You go in shadows.
You’ll come apart and…
Some kind of night, your darkness
Colours your eyes with…
I think it’s strange that…
I want to fade into you,
Strange you never knew.
C’était pas de l’ennui
J’étais un peu fatiguée
Les lumières dansaient
C’était les reflets
Elles éclairaient ses yeux
D’une femme à la peau…
Je suis rentrée tard
Je me souviens au fond
Que de sa tendresse.
Mother thou art nakedly-
My right and purest chalice,
Let none challenge sacristy,
Honesty and warmth balanced.
In dreams I cling desperately,
The faintest hint of pleasure,
To bask in your empathy,
To want for nothing never.
Dear, I pray your indulgence,
Nay let me stew and suffer,
Lest dreaming peek refulgence,
Have mercy divine mother.
Show me how you care
Tell me why your hands are cold
Show me how you smile.
Show me how you’re proud,
Tell me how you reach the moon,
My heart fell to love.
I’m turning around,
I’m having visions of you,
Then I understand.
Shelter me my beloved,
From the storm and from sorrow,
In your embrace behoved,
Never begged, stole or borrowed.
Romance the woods celebrate,
My love, my winter dryad,
A face pure and delicate,
Standing before me unclad.
Your hair long and beautiful,
Around our children felter,
A love true and bountiful,
In your bosom we’ll shelter.
Wish i knew the way
to reach the one I love
But there is no way.
And all of my life
No one gave me anything
No one has ever.
My love is as sharp-
As a needle in your eye,
you must be a fool.
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