song of lies by Terry Cummings


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So past the heat that burned within
Forgotten pulse of lust
and gone the joys we had to win
blown away as dust

Thinking here as i am now
and yet i long to be
within those arms and just somehow
here in you and me

love remains it always will
passion startles cold
alive in the pulse and glowed until
the paths are forged in gold

I am yours and yours to love
no matter where my worth
gifted life to feel above
our sonnet at its birth

stood alone or torn apart
and yet you must believe
i am lost within your heart
its where i come to breath