Hot and scorched my heart is raw
And bared before your eyes
'Tis such sweet flesh that burns
And elicits such starry cries
Tears of melted glass do slip
Across my silky, flaming cheeks.
Your velvet stare is soft and warm
But the heart no longer beats
A soul is meant to light the way
Not cast shadows across one's face
But a soul of midnight depth and weight
Lurks beneath your finer grace
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