Flames of pain are taking over.
My Lust for Her is Icy-Fire,
My Blood is burning when She smiles.
Her Beauty is My Curse, My Bliss,
Her pure Eyes are blindly-bright
Shines like Crystals in the Night.
In Her presence I’m Shadow
In Her Face, I’m just a dreamer.
Like Goddess in ancient temple
She is My Temple of My Heart.
What is Perfect? I can’t Say…
In Her Grace, She is Perfection!
To Live a Dream in real World,
It’s like Hell for My Creation…
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