You are my peace, my light, my escape

You are the holder of my heart

Not many succeed, But you achieved the impossible 

For you are incredibly thoughtful,


Yet, so incredibly cold with a soft touch

Like a bee with honey,  I simply can't resist

But it is you who keep me wanting more

For you are as cold as ice​


am the prisoner of light,

you are the master of deception

We are destined to clash 

Yet here we are.


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