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Oh, my beautiful Dove...
Just how can I tell you?
How am I to describe the depths of my love?
Your eyes enchant me,
Your voice lifts me.
You mended my broken wings,
And helped me rise yet again from my ashes.
Oh, my miraculous Dove...
Just how did you get here?
I could have sworn you were a gift from above.
In fact, I do believe you are my dear.
I was reborn in your arms.
You breathed the fire back into my lips.
You forced my defenses to disarm.
Somehow you did all this, with those beautifully soft fingertips.
Oh, my incredible Dove...
I can lay against you, and hold no fear.
You've held me, even with the occasional falling of a bitter tear.
Your voice is the sound of an angel singing.
Oh yes, my dear.
When you speak, that is all I hear.
You've taught me how to fly again.
So come, fly with me.
Away to where you and I could truly be free.
Come fly with me through the night to a place where time has no end.
Oh, my kind Dove...
My heart is finally beating a steady pace.
I am just as I make you feel; warm and content.
And every time our fingers lace,
I'm reminded of this blissful fact.. I have no lament.
A queer thing,
Love truly is.
With most, it always leaves a bitter sting.
But with you, oh with you...
You've never done anything,
But make my reverberant heart sing.
Oh, my delicate Dove...
My eyes have never held a fire so bright.
I do hope this confession does not force you to fly away in fright.
I swear my fire shall never burn you,
So step into my arms, and let it engulf us.
The others can watch in awe as we disappear from sight.
Your lips curve into the most beautiful smile,
And I have to admit..
I have not felt like this for a while.
And for a minute...
I almost thought I would never fit.
I don't mind the miles, darling.
I'd walk every one if I knew I'd find you at the end.
Oh, my velvet Dove...
For you,
I hold nothing but passion and love.
For you,
They think I care for more than most.
For you,
I truly care for more than any.
So let us drink this blood in a toast.
A toast to rebirth.
To future.
No matter what may happen tomorrow,
You shall never be the cause of my sorrow.
And for what it is worth..
I have no more tears to shed.
You've chased away my worries, along with my sanity.
So come, let us embrace each other in our secret bed.
And we'll watch our piece of an eternity burn.
I'll send stars through your head,
I'll have to blush bright red.
Because then I'll know that love is never really dead...
Just waiting to be reborn..............
 Alucarda Incarnate · Mon Aug 04, 2008 @ 09:51am · 0 Comments |
