my eyes against the lovely sky
this evening's lilac hues
i stand between june and july
and whisper "i love you"
for how your faith has touched my heart
then see us both entwine
until the sun dies for the dark
much as you are not mine
i dance bathetically for breath
beneath a willow tree
for it's of you i am bereft
i twist the knife you sheathe
then bring an end to how i flame
with passion for your soul
and though that passion will all drain
i'll never let you go
this evening's lilac hues
i stand between june and july
and whisper "i love you"
for how your faith has touched my heart
then see us both entwine
until the sun dies for the dark
much as you are not mine
i dance bathetically for breath
beneath a willow tree
for it's of you i am bereft
i twist the knife you sheathe
then bring an end to how i flame
with passion for your soul
and though that passion will all drain
i'll never let you go
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