There is despair in her love, that
gives her such beauty
Like a fallen angel
Who screams and sings
As tears fall down
Lamenting a heaven that is so far away
When passion meets despair
As my love meets her eyes
I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the
moment
The intensity of her gaze
Forever grasped by that temporary
Our souls laid bare amidst blood and
satin
Locked with her eyes I would
Let all else fade away
And exist in this eternal
Arm in arm, hand in hand
Her, me, always
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