There My Heart Has Etched
When tinted flames unfolded thy vicious love,
My cradled sand couldn't suff, as thou top the trove,
For thou art my revered orchid, I being a ragwort,
With thy snubbed treason, having utmost clout,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.
In volcano's rage at thy disputes that ponder,
Amid vile trails, why the mind feels thou, I wonder,
For thou art an august gale, I being a fragile leaf,
Over thy debris, aware of our noxious about,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.
On the placid canvas, the folklore we painted,
'Twixt thy abysmal crystals, by disdain, thus fainted,
For thou art a remote hill, I being a sunken valley,
Sinking my aura, yet by ears to thy livid shout,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.
By a mystical ladder, climbing to thy fortress,
Below insecurity, my schmaltz for thee transgress,
For thou art a prime ether, I being a dismal mist,
Despite thy cold traits, hoping amour to sprout,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.тАФ % &Into a dark cave where echoes of qualms arise,
Thy flaws revise dubiety, through a flint in disguise,
For thou art witty Beatrice, I being firm Benedick,
From thy pale discords, to grasping no doubt,
Thou art the one, my heart cans't live without.
Beneath a dull fountain, there lies a stronghold,
A tale formed, with tragic end, as modernly 'tis told,
For thou art a thorned rose, I being a frantic bee,
Via an eye to hurt, I chose my voice to a route,
Thou are the one, my heart cans't live without.тАФ % &
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