I slither slowly... Until I reach the haven ive been looking for...
When night shine illuminates my very senses...
And the zypher chants softly …
Of candle light and glory …
I crave for yet another story …
Like the jingle, of the shingle on the silent shore...
Conches whisper my destiny...is it folk lore ???
He leads me to an alcove …
A shower of love ensues …..
My form melts in him …
For more, he pursues ….
Building castles that shatter in our very hands …
A future before us never stands …
Living through his unfaithful eyes …
In his love, I will rise ….
When night shine illuminates my very senses...
And the zypher chants softly …
Of candle light and glory …
I crave for yet another story …
Like the jingle, of the shingle on the silent shore...
Conches whisper my destiny...is it folk lore ???
He leads me to an alcove …
A shower of love ensues …..
My form melts in him …
For more, he pursues ….
Building castles that shatter in our very hands …
A future before us never stands …
Living through his unfaithful eyes …
In his love, I will rise ….
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