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-=The Kiss=-


I weep, beneath bitter nights repose
And my soul suffers quietly.
Ne'er have I seen such a tortured heart
as mine, beloved as thou art
within these darkened walls I die
Myself imprisoned, abounding lies
that haunt me, my ever sounding plea
A night of peace, I ask of thee
O soft! Your voice hath stirred my heart
To yearn a simple careless touch
Yet forgive me, that I ask of thee
A moment's kiss, in spite of me
In selfish torment to I alone
beweep the suffering loss of me
for one pure second of thy love
And drink the tears i shed for thee
Thy soul hath touched the whole of me
and forevermore should bitter sleep
be slightly less, the nights repose
would gently lend a moment's peace
And the heavens emit the softest sigh
if but only once our lips should meet...

©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero