The smell of tulip
Is in your hair
The smell of lavender
Your cheeks
The smell of rose
Your lips
I could conquer death
To be by your side
The hands that cuddle me
The fingers that rustle through my hair
The warm bosom
The even heartbeat
How I could die this very moment
Wrapped in your arms, my love
The mayhem of lie surrounds me
It poisons every bud when touched
This moment of warmth is fake
The dagger of lie pressed
Into my heart
Shall perforate your too
The benign love
Would be overpowering
And heart breaking
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