I miss you the last time you were in my audiance,
miss you still after each continuing thought,
they never seem to end,to this I agree and enternally with you I hold for,
"Mi' Calor".
Your visage may have egressed from my place,
What remains is your heat,my life blood even of which in my sleep I taste.
Your natural scent of Darkness is copied forever for me to remember and
hold,
Your appearance omnious and forboding,
but inside and only what I can see outside;nothing but curved sheens of
glimmering gold.
You rule the north,forever down south of heavan alone with my bleeding heart
of mutual decree,
Its either death or the former with you I could ever be free.
Once again this burns in the hearths of millions,
flames all to be taken seriouslly,
yet individually to me and for,
I hold close and bring to you,
"Mi' Calor"

 
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