Your Lip Love

I don't want this lip love again, my warm words have began to wane. I will embrace this pleasing pain of feelings that won't come again. You make my dearest dreams to drain... I don't want this lip love again. If your beauty would break my brain, Let me trade this pleasure with pain My heart harvests a gloomy grain, grown in a garden of bleak gain. I don't want this lip love again, Let me preen in my lonely plain. Vanquished in the valley of vain, panting hard in the pool of pain... My rays roam in this rugged rain, I don't want this lip love again