Though love may live eternal
behind eyes that give mine chase,
not so for its grace.
Dwindling at every touch,
at every breath,
our lies wither the fabric of its nature.
Causing love to grow old and plain
and the kisses to grow dull and meaningless.
Making love holds no sweetness or beauty
for faceless lovers call our hearts to waste.
I pray the dawn will bring us sight
and save us both from endless night.
So love may claim eternity
beneath the vines of lust's behest,
where choking pain shall bring no death.
Though forever shall our love glow faintly
as a dying light,
holding no protection from the darkness.

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