He sings sweetly, my black dove
Cooing every cry of the soul
His moan against my throat
Steal my passion
Steal my love
Steal away my soul
If loose him I shall be
But a puzzle without its picture
A clock without a face
A dream without its meaning
Faith without a believer
The secret with no whisper at all
Mechanical
Nothing more
In darkness we bide
Timeless and still
Two lights in their solitude
Our love is a shadow haven
And we take away our souls
-Shadow Haven
by April Diaz /Gavinna Draigh Vaughn
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