For your mind to be ever so silent
Upon the approaching storm of the east
Your words are nothing but eloquent
The winds stir the scent of your arousal
Damp leaves leave a path of sorrow in it's wake
The whispers of shaking branches tremble in your ardour
Oh a love so ardent
For eons could not wipe it's imprint off sand
As our bones now dance on graves
Gold, diamonds and sapphires line the way
To where I shall forever wait
-a love that outlasted empires
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