Hymns of Heart Will Admire Your Flesh
Hymns of heart will admire your flesh
or your soul in my beautiful dreams,
Killing pride through confession with slash
Opens heart in my verse, in my screams.
To be canary in lassitude,
Speak for eternal love on my way,
To say sorry for nothing in feud,
To touch breast being careful, to pay
For the heart that is boiling inside
Under shirt in the madness of mine
I have rumpled confession, it died,
I have headache with feeling of line.
I would touch you if only I could,
To forget silly rules to give will
for the words, so long time I was mute
I should love someone else as I feel.
I would like never hear you’ve refused
I would like to enjoy with your words
those you’re looking for me you’re confused,
Love’s alive in your heart, in your thoughts.
That you wish our meeting today
That you’re asking me stay for the night
For sweet torment, I want it I pray:
Give me passion and gladness and light.
And I never will die with my heart
And I’ll sing hymn of love for your sake
And I will be so mad I will start
Call you goddess, but woe will not wake.
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