So softly come my lover's lips,
like angels' wings, mid-flight,
to free the spirits held within.
So quickly come the words from my lover's lips,
like poision from the bitterest fountains in Hell,
to burn the ransomed captives with.
So ugly are the things my lover says,
like dancing fire from within his hidden heart,
the one he never lets me see.
So daring is this heart of mine,
to take my lover in my arms, to hold him to my chest
and never let my fallen lover go. |
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