When I die, I hope you’ll be there too
In life or death,
I’m yours, and you are mine
Just like bees need honey,
A baby needs its mother
A life without you is not worth living
The world is dull, colourless
She is unforgiving, bitter
You are the sun
Your aura is bewitching,
Nothing as pure can compare
As you baptise us with remnants of your soul
I take a part of you, and you take a part of me
Sacramental bread and wine
You make me feel like God
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Author:
emilie ray (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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