A soul lay burden at ones feet.
To either pick it up or crush it beneath your heel, is a decision he must make with haste.
For moments slip away and sweet blood begins to stain the street.
As well as all the dreams she preciously chased.
Sweet love, forget me not amongst the dark.
The sun will rise as soon as we put aside the rough callous of these days.
For a chip in perfection, blocks out all the beautiful rays.
Treasured the time, with a lovers sublime, in which her smile never fades.
Her heart never broken, but given as a token,always his even in the shade.
Press on, through all, good and bad.
From the rushing rapids to a calm stream topped with lily pads.
Hold close, his hand, to her soft trembling lips
And bask in the feeling of the warm, loving and welcomed eclipse.
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