It grows between us
As intense as night
As bright as the flame
Which lights the way
Through th labyrinth of
Perils which bay and howl
And try to trap us
At each turn
So hold on
In your dreams and thoughts
And succumb to the beautiful beast
That is our love
short but packs some linguistic punch…”Through the labyrinth of
Perils which bay and howl”
Really liked those lines!
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