I’m a Ghost, You’re an Angel

They say the aether is beyond

Say that our rhyme was a love song

Our hands touch, we feel light

If you could of seen it, you'd be bright


Having to write, a pain indeed

Without such delight, negate the need

Onto pastures of brittle greens

Where life blossoms, and love screams

Behold beauty held in our hearts

Withhold the truth, long enough to start

a fire in your blood 


Come now our drupel purple passion love seed

Red cherry cast on bakers stove

Your yearning need

In our cove.

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