When will my love be free?
It's always tied up in knots
A fisher's net aloof at sea
Once opened envelopes
Distant letters and lines of poetry
Moments preserved in tears and ink
Stained papered prints cover the moon
The last falling star, the sun's rising tune
Crossed the cursed lovers
A candles bluest flame
The darkest of nights
The deepest onslaught of rain
Pictures perfumed, lips marooned
Heart beats casting shadows
Bouncing in between passionate gloom's
Holly hock of black blossomed beauty
The bosom of a love so true
Don't doubt nor deny this love
Is ever yours and ever true
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