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The venom inserted through the path of your body,

wanting to deem your sight,

as acid hoping to deteriorate

your sweet magical heart,

evaporate the fluid of life,

crawling within your skin,

desiring to grasp and in slave your soul,

yet I knowledge another path,

a path diverse from this,

as the morning dew

my goal is to clamp on your sweet delicate skin,

become the diverse action of sweat,

crawl within instead of discharge out,

desire to travel within your body,

I shall target

the dark gooey material attached to your heart,

a battle of ultimate stamina,

yet successful I shall be,

to open once again the will of adoration,

the heat of the rhythmic organ within your body

to warm your skin,

I will become your wild card in the game of life,

shut your eye sight,

lean my head besides your heart,

conversation it begins,

I shall take your soul and body to a vacant place,

where the mimics of your beauty is almost perfect,

yet nothing is as perfect as your being,

soft cotton bed shall be your space,

yet never as soft

as your silk decorating skin you obtain,

the airs will be blessed with your aroma!

A powerful odor even the weed plants

deep in the oceans will sacrificed its life

to see the beauty within its home,

burning sphere wishes to stay,

beauty just astonishing,

yet its similar form must replace him,

I glance beauty it is true,

if not in the field of recognition,

I shall decent the stars,

let them explain to your ear path,

my thoughts and views of your beautiful smile,

the uttering conversations with them,

conversation I explain with such passion,

there is a being better than there sparkling bodies,

there is something better than the flaming sun,

better than the glowing sphere,

softer than the soft grains your body rest,

better than the amount of water in the universe,

to your ear path they speak,

to your angelic eyes I observed,

no mistake,

my book is done,

stars so sadly know

that you are the greatest being,

shall return to your heart,

wounded due to the battle,

yet nothing can compare

to the voice of your soul,

the sight of your eyes,

the voice of your heart