Her Love Was Just a Trinket
Her love was just a trinket,
I wanted a pure jewel,
I desired to give her the universe
All she could carry was the moon.
I waited for you in the forest
You claimed you were at the sky,
Yet this was the day I had brought
The wings to wrap on your back.
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Yet, no, I will not lose heart
My kingdom of limitless passion
Still has not inhabitant but waits
Waits for their procession.
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