The Cottage Lit by a Red Candle
The cottage glowed beneath a crimson candle.
An intoxicating scent surrounded me,
Your lips wore the innocence of dawn,
While fragrant whispers escaped your hair
Like pearls spilling from a shattered urn.
Your gentle voice
Still lingers in my ears.
Now I am alone,
Like the moon borrowing light from distant stars.
On nights of the full moon,
You stole the light that once was mine,
Yet your shadow still walks beside me
Through every darkness.
Beneath the vast blue sky,
You burned like a meteor across the night.
Though you vanished into the sea,
My eyes still thirst
For the gentle arch of your brows,
And my imagination
Has never learned to forget.
The fading mark upon my arm,
The colors we left upon each other's lips,
Our breath growing deeper,
Our bodies surrendering to weariness,
The promises we whispered on purpose
They still tremble
Inside my sleep.
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