Neath

If you ever have an inkling of doubt
Let it be known that the drums of my heart
Beat incessantly in commendation of your beauty
Lest I be unable to pen tomes of odes
Pledging my faith to your divine nature
No matter the darkness in your eyes
Or the shadows on your lips

Then take it from me now
This declaration
You are more than just a feast for the eyes
But you demand so much more
From mortal organs unseen



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Dring
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