It is in the smoky eyes that she found a place
A place she approved on the harmony that she recognized
A warm feeling that melted the hollow iceberg crusting the heart
That had awaken the spirit which has died a long time before
A unite of pact that happen on undefined indulgence
An indulgence of original compassion
A sweetness evenly upswing by two poles apart souls
Which led to the original sin
But time is arrogant of the power it possessed
Isolation is an obligation
To keep what is grasped before
To hold to the devotion
Even though devastation of passion is waiting ahead...
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