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Black Roses

The gental scent,
of Black Roses,
lighter than air,
makes you feel as if you have no care,
no money can be better spent,
than on Black Roses,

As mysterious,
as death,
but as clean,
as a gryphons wing,
your almost oblivious,
to all as in death,

here certain magics,
are locked inside,
from spells,
to smells,
when mixed,
unlock things from inside,

made with the breath,
and essence,
very being,
of the never fleeing,
death,
eternal darkness,

cold to the touch,
as fragile as glass,
finer than silk,
as sweet as milk,
can never have to much,
of the rose-like glass,

Out of grasp,
darkness engulfs,
the very aura,
as sences saor,
you begin to gasp,
as even you it engulfs,

A solitary being,
standing aone,
a single black rose,
sits infront of you as you dose,
such a lovely thing,
especially when alone...

Something New


Something is happening,
changing me forever.
Its something new,
that I've only shown a chosen few.
My heart is quickening,
because I'll love you forever.

My heart aches.
I long for you.
To see your face.
My heart begins to race.
This is something I could never fake.
What about you?

Mysteries surround,
you and me.
Not sad,
merely glad.
Not a crowd,
just you and me.

Love and Faith.
Endless depths.
Flowing,
growing.
A glorious place,
in time's vast depths.

To never shed,
a single tear.
No grief,
only belief.
My heart wakes from the dead,
without a single tear.

A wonderful love,
like to other.
Through hardships,
we'll still have friendship.
We soar like doves,
in a love like no other.

Hearts beating faster.
A strength from within.
Warmed from the core,
always wanting more.
Like a spell caster,
you capture me from within...