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By Max-Rom Date: 2002 Nov 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.28.08.28.16191]] |
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By your side I will abide Until the sky Begins to pry (Open) Pools of doubt Causing the shouts To stand up And be numbered When distant retrospection Is the framework for tearful smiles I seek not To sink below Less watery depths Devour my soul The shining sun Makes love become A precious gem Paling envious whims To treasure on earth Beyond measure or worth To grasp love As an untarnished dove Holding wings tight Constricting its flight Would imprison the heart Once quick to depart On a voyage of torn streets And wired heartbeats A shock to the senses Is what she dispenses When her touch robs my speech With stars that seem in reach And her eyes filter my sight With angels emitting celestial light By your side I will abide Whilst the clouds Cover with shroud (Closed) Down the floodgates And premature heartbreak To stand strong In the midst of snowfall And hail which wails itself On a world of glacial blankets And chapped, frostbitten lips Copyright (c)2002 Max-Rom |