Beautiful...
How about this one:
A thousand colours unseen.
Songs unheard... notes unplayed.
How brave, eternal, and pure,that white frowns to grey, and beasts cower.
Time grows short my love.
How cold, hell, compared to her touch.
Fade, blue morning, in disgust before her eyes, and wither, rose, in shame.
Slow torture velvet, and silk be damned for burlap touch upon her skin.
Ah, sweet company tear shall you have tomorrow!
Thorned solace, jagged comfort, no shield, heart, from her sword.
Bleed then! Till love runs you dry.
And time brings no heal for such wounds...
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