Spilling love from a soul of black into a soul of white seems quite intrusive to me, but she loves it when her name spills from my lips to kiss her heart making her soul just a little darker.
And the light that invades me, pouring from her eyes, invasive, I know, but I welcome it with open arms.
She begs for more, acknowledging the tint her soul has come to bare, dismissing all consequences of an emotion so pure sent from a soul that is tattered.
I wish to oblige her every wish, watching the dark start to fade.
Hoping it's leaving, is not only replacing what I've hoped to keep safe.
Our tints are close but mine darker still, I wish it to stay that way.
For that innocence I love, that divine attraction must never be tainted...
especially by me.
Noticing a tint in the soul may be useful, as well as welcomed by both.
And with doubt I notice a tint much lighter within myself.
A tattered soul meets a torn heart and both mend together quite nicely.
A bond never broken, a love poured from one to another and then back again.
Taking in all that has come to be, what was will never resurface.
The future looks magnificent against the rising sun.
A new day begins and with it a new found delight.
This is what I have been trying to find...
Even though I tried to deny it...
An invasive penetration of light versus dark is what was needed all along.
An old black soul
An old tattered heart
Mended beautifully beneath the stars
To show that even tainted souls and torn hearts, when combined...
Make one hell of a life together.
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