Twisted Love

By J.Lynne Moore

Next to you,
Is where I’ll stand;
As fog envelopes,
Our lovers land.

Echoes sound,
Through the murk.
Behind each shadow,
Devastation may lurk.

Our love will be,
A beckon light,
A signal fire…
Burning eternal light.

Sins of life,
May call our name,
But our sentient love,
Will yield no shame.

So stand with me,
My one true love;
For in your arms,
We shall rise above.

No threat of darkness,
Will come between,
Our twisted souls,
However unclean.

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