Poisoned Love
The aroma of that aged wine
So intense and hypnotizangly fine
Among the mighty ravens there is a single dove
To enjoy the finesse of the poisoned love.
The warmth it spread basking the golden shine
The sound of the crystals shimmering serine
The waves of fire rides just above
To enjoy the finesse of the poisoned love.
The unintentional kiss of sorrow
The majestical dawn of tommorow
The heat of the moment bounded in the unbreakable cuffs
To enjoy the finesse of the poisoned love.
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