Metamorphic Warmth Smiles (II)

 

Your metamorphic warmth is smiling, Dear

And in it I would gladly spend my life  

 

Your heart emits a warmth which I can hear

And I admit I wish you were my wife  

 

We're held together with the help of fate

And magically we'd dive behind time's stream

If quickly we could merge to murder hate

And kill the hurts we find divide our dream  

 

We'd link our minds and think ourselves away

To universes no one's ever seen

And we could teach the human race to play

When we'd returned from making you my queen  

 

So come, my love, eternally to slip

Beyond all time and space, within my ship


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