If you doubt the stirrings of my soul
Flowing from from my lips like a spring
Or the markings etched on parchment
From eager fingers brimming with emotions
Then at least believe the promise in my gaze
Because I could never fake it

Hold my hand a second longer when the electricity sizzles through your veins
Surrender all logic to my waiting arms
And let's slow dance under shimmering galaxies
To the symphony of your heart's original composition whenever we're inches away
Let the taste of my lips linger till the bitterness of your fear fades to nothing

Beauty won't last
Riches will disintegrate to dust
The end will come past
This love may leave us in a cast
But I swear I'll stay till the last rust

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