Ballad Of A Lover
Belated divinity, so tasteless yet divineElegantly pure like a summer fine wine,
Sifting the forgotten, an hourglass breaks
Take my hand and cleanse your mistakes.
Concessions of woe, place upon thy head
A single tear won't approve your heart as dead,
Lay waste to annulment haunting one dearly
Listen to my words, for I love you sincerely.
Instrumental tool of complete salvation
Ye who have faith shall touch an entire nation,
To be free is to be happy, such is love to cherish
So believe in me, and abbreviating pain will perish.
Validate this parcel of two and cipher the past
Nothing matters for this is surely the last,
Just lay waste to annulment haunting you dearly
Then take my hand and I'll love you sincerely.
Poetry by It's Him
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Written on 2011-11-08 at 19:12
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