His eyes alight with blue,
His love as strong as stone,
His lips as moist as dew,
His power purely shown.
No match is met with he
Whom marches up a fiery path,
And no love is brighter that I see
my heart will slowly seize it's wrath.
Upon a solid wall he waits
For me, and dare I say to he
of how many days, that set by Fates,
Have I waited, myself, to see thee.













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