The sweetest sensation erupts
Upon your lips.
A radiant flow of heat
Engulfs this heart,
Healing the scars,
Mending the pain
Of the long lasting horrors
Now banished from this life.
Yet as we remain,
More pain lingers,
Hidden by the love
Binding us as one.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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