Keen Whispers

In the sweet darkness of the night
Like a jasmine you bloom into my sight
In your scorpion tails that sting me
Your ego is my passion

Why fritter away thy ingenious soul?
This darkness is transient
My words, powerless for thine temper
Let this be an impetuous tone

Arise my love, you know not
What lies beneath that cold scoff
Truth is sweet to behold
My heart beckons the best in You

Beneath the mask of your clan
I see a stupendous child
Yearning for freedom that comes
With the light of my eyes

Marks of woe shall never prevail
In your world of bright skies
Let me be the brightest rainbow
To ever shine in your world of splendor.


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