Enchanting
Whispers through the air, that smile, that shining mane of hair.
I love not that I know you are my very spark of life.
Desire filled with lust, want and need blurred. I must have that which I cannot hold.
The dust slides through my fingers, dreary is this, never ends,
I see you in me, and you recognise, we are one spirit divided.
I feel your eyes upon me pray, you do not forget this when night conquers day.
Eternity is very long, but never is longer,
Then those winter nights we spent so glad, that icy crown that I once had.
I possess the world at my fingertips,
And you are that very essence that I want more than this,
I wish you never go amiss.
Straying from this secret hold, we shall conquer all that's old,
Boldness and cruelty meet, filled with selfish jealousy.
You shall be my lone source of joy, my only source of misery.
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