Drunk in the words that weren’t spoken,

In the flaring storms that dodge,it is your loving arms that hold the subtle breath of my sanity

In the brittle waves of truth

I hold a soft petal of dream,

When your finger is laced through mine

And your heart is with me, To be mine…

Against the harshest weather, I shall ride

if its you, By my side…

With your breath I shall breath mine

For its your words, That bring my shine…

The love your eyes spreads

For which I probably fell…

But when I rose and stood

It is for the heart that beats

With the truth of my dreams…

That you are mine

And only mine from now on

Till forever…

Read the whole story here Aara: The legacy of the fire queen here

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