My words embrace love's image forlorn
So there, two lost souls in a lonesome search
fill the heart with words in a tireless urge
But tired, we lie down to rest beside
Sweet pool of tears: souls washed in quiet tide
As if sins daren't touch what remains untouched
Skin craves for a sun-burnt kiss, only so much
True lies, untrue lines, you and I weaves words
into verdant pasteurs of Eden; purple plumed birds
Here comes Jesus with his bread and bloody wine
Stones kill not Eve, nor desire in his shrine
What happened in the drugged garden beside
Lust entwined with kiss in a whorl of pride
Forbidden melodies born under an absolving cross
Chiseled heavy tombstones for life and sheer loss
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