The Power of Love
Living without the power of love
can it be anymore than trust
pulling back pieces of the crimson
lying down naked within the lust
Wanton eyes open pleading wonderment
slipping off slowly through the breeze
the bells of St Mary's stroking midnight
pushing another restless mind to ease
Written deep in the hearts of lovers
beats unknown words yet uncovered
ruins rebuilt amid tactful sensation
bound and begged an unheard salvation
Aromatic thoughts read aloud hold still
The passioned power of love rings true
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