Magnolia
You whispered good morning
Late within your voyage, where fate blinded us
Your neck is covered in crosses
Devotion to the hereafter
Where you know one day
We shall meet
Gothic black, veiled for your special day
When pleasure and pain shall join us
In a soft summer breeze
As we caress in the graveyards' playground
Black roses blowing in the wind
Pearls from deep below, I bury with you
Mardi gras in the south of France
Behind our masks we massaged our facades
We were entwined in passions embrace
Yet we never once met
Until red lipstick ran down your face
The tears fell upon lost yearnings
Magnolia's bloomed
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