The mermaid died in your arms
The night found offensive your gaze
Let’s try the mistletoe charms
In the coffin covered with lace
You’re audacious, you’re tempting, you’re mad
There’s no secret that devil believes
In your words. You are living when dead;
Pale and scarlet your spirit is
Someone listens in hell to your smart
Here, we dance in the circle of bones
Let me carry your bitter heart
Through the rains, through the fogs, through the storms
No one tear vainly falls to the ground
No one flower in winter blooms
I will taste every whispering wound
In the darkening dust of the rooms.
To A Great Lover
© Copyright: Дэмиэн Винс, 2009
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