Your love is everlasting, Just like my words,
So shall it be written in blood?
A lovers crimson, written in my words of forever,
Blood is thicker than my ink,
So shall we write our vows of love, with A bloody finger?
Your wrist the palet, Your finger the brush,
Paint over these words, No need to rush,
Let the blood consume the page,
Mix two of the same together,
In these eternal Crimson words of forever.
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