You carried me from the thresholds of death
And pulled me lovingly into your arms
The wind carries the sweet nothing of your breath
And into my thoughts, free from harm
The storm, which caused fear
Is trapped within your embrace
It drowned the floor with tears
But left intact the beauty upon your face
The sun burns with passion
Like my love for you it will never extinguish
It warms my soul in kind fashion
Warm with respect of admiration, I cannot distinguish
Finally the moon
lulled by lunar light
My final peace. Before soon…
I wake in fright…
You’ll find this letter, melancholy to find
That now you’re only an apparition in my twisted mind.
(Version 1 can be found very soon in the Erohed Crowns blogs)
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