Anguish of the Soul
From her weeping soul
she whispers longingly
enticing this ageless spirit
which once surrendered her...
The quiet sighs she weaves
upon each velvet day
cause me to forever mourn
the heart I have betrayed...
I sail upon seas of wind
kissing her golden hair
oh, if only I could stream
a never ending dream
for her and I to share...
And if I could scheme
such a daring dream
she would be adorned
in radiant, flowing light
to blind the howling demon
who stabs me with scorn...
But, if I could so dream
would she feel me there?
would she come to know
she has forever been
the music to my prayer?...
Ah, but now she calmly sleeps
desires now are ripe to reap
I shall share her every breath
as this soul weds hers so deep
to claim her heart as mine,
mine alone to hold and keep!
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