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I look at you and think to myself

what makes my heart tremble

and weep with awe?

Is it those beautiful eyes

that twinkle like the stars of heaven,

frightening even the gods themselves?

Or is it the passionate smile

that tells a thousand words

and kills the mournful soul?

Or maybe the tender kiss,

that pushes the earth out of its revolving orbit?

No, it must be your temperate hands,

warm and welcoming,

that even the sparks color sob in agony.

Every time the thought comes to mind,

my very soul leaks 

and tries to extricate through your labyrinth affection,

but I am always trapped

and fall again to your attraction.

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Looking back the roads of fear and pain

I don’t realize the past given

In days when I shed the end

And all those hatred that soon will bend

All that life can give only lies within the shard of broken dreams

A weary rose is a broken dream, dead as is silent.

The moon is shame and woe

My feet tremble of the sudden memories

Those thoughts that leads to nothing more then a broken heart

Those experiences that beds my night.

Roses blossom with extinguished flames and credulity

The blazing thorns burn through hope

As the darkened clouds color the blemishing sky

A sudden wind blew the southern south

And the tears fell through the lightening sky

I stand in frustration and seep in fear

As blubbering echoes strike my desolate face

I feel the breaking breeze of a starting rampage

Conscience drags in to remind of my truthful past

As I sit with the budding rose

Leaving behind the thorny ends

When I look forward, the future dims

When I look down, the present fades

When I look back, the truth reveals.