I ground the dirt of the harshest roads
and kissed the flames of fire.
I smelled the sulfur mixed with codes
that made my long desire
to see her face. This path I take
has marked my singed writing hands.
But words don’t suffice,
when I bring them to light,
singing soft eyes and paradise.
I climbed a mountain to some stars
and bathed in crystal rivers
to clean the frightened from my scars
that cause weak hearts to quiver.
I pled my case to see her face
and it marked my singed writing hands.
But words won’t suffice,
when I bring them to light,
singing soft tones and paradise.
My eyes went blind beneath the lights
that smell like gods and miles.
I could not see beyond the sight,
her eyes, and heart, and smile
that found a place upon her face
and marked my singed writing hands.
But words don’t suffice,
when I bring them to light,
singing soft love and paradise.
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