Crust of the Core
Every fire that burnt in the hearts Of all true lovers Burns in me now for you. Is there a God or mere mortal that lives And breathes that can extinguish extreme passion? It would be akin to washing the sun away No light, then no life. So it is my eternal flame forever burning My soul The torture of love flown Knives in my heart Euphoric relief! Compared to your memory Burning longer than a star. Sign in to see full entry.