Let the Flames begin (a love thing)
Unite, under the moon and stars, Spinning together for eternity. Balance the light and darkness in this world!"
These worn-out hands of mine have been raised endlessly up to the pearly heaven
Begging for a savior, seeking eternal redemption, now I know I’m not forsaken
The feeling is simply unexplainable when I open up my own soul
Your warmth draining the desolation, that made me kneel and fall
I’ve written a thousand dark verses about the excruciating pain
But none about the hot kiss we shared under the virgin rain
Can you live without your only heart beating?
Yes, when you’re in love even air you’ll be sharing
I savor the feeling of your touch playing notes on my black hair
The sight of your angelic face as you held my heart and gave it a repair
The unique breathtaking feeling of your presence all around me smothering me with love
As we bound eternally in front of God as you handed me the ring that fit like a glove
For once I silence this irrational brain of mine and listen to my heart
As we join souls, kissing, and promising never to leave or depart
The tenderness of your white skin and silky blond hair reflect pools of flawless emotions on mine
This is the reign of light, the era of love and hope. And I know everything is going to be fine.
Like a genuine turquoise marked, you stand out with the beauty of the character as well as your soul
Your presence and love has gotten me addicted while binding the numerous pieces of my heart to whole.
Let the flames begin
And let my world spin
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