I plunge into the warm waters of passion,
to war with the waves of emotion.
For I'm weak I had seek Perfection of
I've been out-casted upon outcrop of rocks
(OVER AND OVER)
drag across roughhewn rocks of absolute
body beat and battered and bleeding
for my only purpose is of my princess.
My heart speaks to my LOVE every night
as I sleep,
and in that sweet reunion my soul will not
ME from torment of not having her, at any cost.
For her beauty speak to me as the sounds of
ten thousand harps.
My soul scream unto the dark of night
'nigh I linger a love sick fool, please release
me from this torment, embrace me or release
me from this inferno Hell '
For I pay the price for SHE isn't in my arms,
the sea has judge me and found me,
Wanting and incomplete
(WITHOUT HER LOVE)
Even in death I will not leave her side,
The heavens will have to wait
for I will not fly without MY LOVE~*~
MY HAND IS STILL WARM,
MY SWEET ANGEL
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