She takes my hand and guides me through the doors,
The hell I will pay is alright, it's what I want and more.
Her face has streaks of red from the glow of the embers,
Of a fire long since died but we still remember.
These times, they try my soul and patience,
But the warmth of her embrace is not forsaken,
Her love was mine and now it's taken.
The many changes a man makes when he is shaken.
Laid bare my heart for her to see,
Its burdened love as deep as the blue sea,
that slowly consumes me.
And all I can do now is watch her become a mystery.
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