A Velvet Agony
Your lips would shame the velvet, spun for kings
Your eyes to blame, the daggers in my heart
The wait to taste your love is absolute
As pain destroys my soul, leaves but a part
I count the days, as petals on a rose
You’ll save me from the thorns when you return
And though, my tears, as red as drops of blood
Are falling dear, they cannot ease the burn
Your lips would shame the velvet, spun for kings
I dream the day to kiss them is at hand
My soul restored by gazing in your eyes
The beating of my heart, at your command
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