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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts, In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its grasp. No mercy you have, oh cruel fate, you shorten the bedding of my days, In my heavy wandering, with your love, you envelop me, you consume. Like the turbulent sea, the storm cannot find its calm, In my chest, you swell with waves, of my desire, you're the balm. You make me love you, you are the dream itself gone astray, Carrying my soul in a dance, in whirlpools of relentless sway. Beneath your invisible banner, I, the unarmed soldier, do rush, In the battle with your hot arrows, each strike is a melodious hush. Oh, you weaver of dreams, plunderer of the fickle heart, You show no mercy, you swing me from ecstasy to agony's art. I painted you among the stars, to live eternally over my late nights, But stars die of longing, and in the vastness of the void, you place sights. And when in the sky there’s not a single beacon light, in the wind I hear you guide, Oh love, that mocks me, a shanty of grief, a place where dreams at the gate have cried. You, glorious weeps in the night, in echo, you transform and you fade, While I, the guardian of your temple, with tears sculpt the stars you've made. You have no mercy on my beating heart, yet you stay silent, keeper and penalty, You make me love, even when my soul, in shadow, departs and forsakes me. A blustery love through me, a whirlwind of emotions, a mournful parade, Through my pale body, a ghost of a butterfly in crazy flight made. You, unsoothed storm, unforgiven, with your cureless blaze, You burn me, envelop me, and then, with magical sadness, bid me to fly, and I obey...
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