Those eyes that burn with aching,
Of wanting for your taste.
Your body yearns;
The candle burns
And melts in longing haste.
Not if but when the tarots see
Of loves untimely finish.
Not how but why the angels call
To save the lovers' soul.
They live as one but die as two,
As only those true lovers do.
Called forth to heaven - love is blind;
Look forward lovers, not behind.
They cannot tell we're meant to be:
I beg you, don't relinquish me.
On a night that's bright as those fine eyes,
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their lives.
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Sweet Nothings
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