Look at my lips and sigh nigh my ear
Don't you see that i'm your trove peer
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If love gives you a hint, follow it in spite of the hazardous and perilous roads.
If love appears in front of you, never cease starving it in spite of its purgatoric bonds.
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Lucky cheeks upon which
Ethereal doors of breath undulate
Opaque plea beneath which
Titanic fierce lust promulgate
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A Haunting Desire
Look at my lips and sigh nigh my ear
Don't you see that i'm your trove peer
Swell that longing and boost that lust
It's not a choice but a yielding must
The drought of my eyes gave birth to another tear
It deftly slips by my cheek as a running deer
Save my lone soul and remove that rust
Leave your beguiled sun hypnotize that gust
Meet those etheral doors of breath waiting for a year
Enjoy the tasty aroma and put out my fear