You say Eternal Love.
This chant whispered at dawn
to the ear of cruelty
in the infernal circle deadly.
We take the holy bread crumbled
but who however we commits
in the infinite coveted,
where day gives way to night
gulping in his black wake
a life for which strikes midnight.
Let me dream that a flower,
posed on the morning on a heart,
leave to humanity his soul.
And in the eye of a woman who swoons
make flourish the eternal tenderness
perfumes offered for caress.
2016 ~ © M2L
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