In the End
Your countenance was all but new,
As seasons passed and we both grew,
Through timid eyes I’d hope to see,
That only once you’d glance at me,
With shining orbs of copper flint,
That always seemed seem to draw me in,
To take my very soul.
And so, our spirits, intertwined,
Entangled threads of Valentine,
Would suffer separation bravely,
Hollowed strength so temporary,
‘Till our secret union true,
I vowed approval there for you,
To take my very soul.
But then my core’s companion knew,
That some offense within me grew,
That ne’er could my discernment grasp,
Nor recognize within my past,
And still your joy for me decreased,
Replaced with something threatening,
To take my very soul.
Iron heart, melt for me now,
Spare death’s agenda, blackened cloud,
That blankets weeping skies tonight,
To veil my tears from heaven’s light,
For even love the wind outwits,
To steal the breath between my lips,
To take my very soul. | 
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