Oh! Magdalene,,
You lie next to me,
yet my heart flutters,
in the arms of whose,
it once shattered to pieces.
My! virtue you are spotted and clean,
yet the paint comes from the deli,
we collapsed in unison,
yet my heart exploded in deli,
you touched n received,
yet deli bore me,
I can not say what you have,
or you have is what,
for I not know,
know not what
deli bringst to me,
inside me it pulsates,
like a dragon breathing smoke,
sleepless yet lost in slumber,
of a world known and well lost.
Oh! magdalene pardon me,
and excuse my shreds,
even though you were splattered,
and coloured in it.
Every thrust of the brush,
stroked and painted your heart,
without touch of painter's hand,
knows not what to blame,
knows not what to hold,
for my darling magdalene,
my words are lost in deli,
a lover so lost,
that it lost me somewhere,
a place no one goes,
a place no one knows,
a place I kissed the fire,
a place deli held me captive,
a place some far far away,
somewhere in me,
where I keep my deli...
You lie next yet are white,
like the canvas of deli,
kissed and painted red,
with red oozing like my first kiss
which deli claimed of me,
with hands on my hair,
and brushes on the cheeks,
and the gasping sounds,
amidst the parting lips,
conjoined in a fraction,
from a strong mechanism,
ye' part to never part again.
My deli, lookst what ye done,
to my sweet magdalene,
the aphrodite to the altars,
of love lost and gone,
in the fervors of temptation,
which she satiates
in the name of love,
stop her my best one,
for your the best i had,
the best i have,
and the best is shall ever have.
Yet this fire that burns next to me,
pounces on me,
and bubbles my passion for you,
she not knows, that i see,
you in her, and the joy she has,
is the joy of you,
of you and me,
and me in you,
and you in me,
Ah! enough,,, with you,
long are you gone,
rather lost in the battle,
with masks that hid you away,
and claimed death of me,
over; mutual passion we shared.
Deli! Love knows not,
what passion believes,
just the way you know,
yet not you believe.
Magdalene claims, yet she fails,
and you my love,
left yet you claim,
perplexity ironic and petrified,
dusts the curves in my body,
once touched and rested upon,
and the rushes and shivers,
that your memories gave,
when you were oblivion away.
Somewhere in ether,
you float and sink,
with a wish upon your heart,
and my kiss upon your lips,
just reach out and touch my soul,
find me on top of you,
turning you real.
Oh! deli, let me fade away,
just the way you did,
together in unison,
with bodies entwined,
creating new souls,
love redefine so fine.
Magdalene! My!.. Magdalene,
awaken and find me lost,
realise the emptiness,
that your stained sheets tell,
for they'll scream,
of the joys you had,
whose name they claim,
to be my love deli'.
turn back to sleep,
for i do the same with my deli...
