Unfortunate Love

Sweet is as soft as your succulent kiss
that pours over me like rain,
The morning dew that draws the mists
while the wheat whispers my name.

The rolling hills of glory and gold
call to me in a dream,
As your face fades in the distance
and my tears into the stream.

Oh, here I am cloaked in white
and blood that stains my hands,
While the water beats against the rocks
and wastes away the sands.

Honey drips from its cone
that resins within my heart,
the true meaning of love
that is breaking us apart.

Whisper those words into my ears
as the wind breezes by
I love you to the moon and back
and until the day I die.

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