We walked in the shadow of the moon.
We had paradise beneath our feet.
Now I search for traces of his scent in the air,
amidst the trees, through the leaves,
searching for his sweet scent.
His eyes were the color of earth, awakening my soul,
and taking part of it with him.
Now I'm lost, lost in time trying to hold the pieces of our "lovers kiss".
I want to lie this restless head between his arms,
listen to the rhythm of his blood rushing as he takes away my sorrow.
But until then, every time the sun dies, I come to life.
Endlessly searching for our shadows in the moonlight.
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