His love was like black lilies,
Intense,warm, but an eternal curse,
An overpowering poisonous omen,
A mysterious poem,a fading verse.
His love was like black lilies,
soothing dream but a blinding light,
A magical spell,a distant echo,
bloomed in dusk,inverted white.
His love was like black lilies,
like nights together,close and intense.
his feigned smile never wilting,
of dark petals,covered with elegance.
His love was like black lilies,
lethal,but was all he'd got,
Not for the gift, to keep with self,
Did he know this? Perhaps he did not..
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