Old Ballad
The eerie moon’s soul is on fire
In the eye of storm is burning desire
Parallelism of abyss to base is thought that will inspire
And this is a depth of her heart for which the heart I admire
The depth like true abyss
The heart is gift of bliss
Energy surges from her kiss
Her voice is like a ballad that of nightingale song will reminisce
The beauty is sublime
More than I can say with any rhyme
However it is the heart that is more important than beauty in any time
And her divine heart is her prime
Yet parallel to base that thought of it or not abyss is the same
The most powerful eternal flame
In her heart burns alike flame
And my love for her is the same
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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