Your grace astounds me undulating shadows sweet sanguine tiers Sepulcher save me Vitae of dreams Lying at my feet Wrap me in it Encase this form Make it whole again Your grace astounds me Visage of anger Love so pure A lonely reminder Of better than before Trepidation Fear Its better than before Yes your grace astounds me Full of what you are Hold me in it Better than before How your eyes light up Brilliant colored orbs Lit with azure Yes better than before Make it better than before Make perfect what was perfect Make new what was just born Make harvest come for me Always better than before Oh how your grace astounds me Love, be better than before
Reason for writing:
This is actually my favorite... hmmm the inspiration is love. Not of any particular person just perhaps the ideal I have of what I would wish it to be. My infatuation with bitter sweet relationships borders on depraved. It seems few of them are ever truly healthy.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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