June 26, 2008
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I touch the fire and it freezes me
Yet you seem to make me burn
Im drownin, chokin, but I wont tear myself away
For the mystery I have yet to learn
It is a paradox, what draws me in
And tempts me yet to flee
It is a paradox, I beg you to share
And yet you have all of me
Let me be servant to your passions
Lying in your bed
And when you hurt let me comfort you
And cradle your sweet head
Oh my muse, sing the paradox
My heart is his its true
But take this leap of faith
For my heart belongs to you
Oh, my klingon mistress
Shining fire in the sky
Know that I will fight for you
It is a good day to die
This word, it is a battfield
Spun fire thru turbulent ice
As the current sweeps me under
I realize Im only its device
And even as I loose myself
I find my heart anew
What has sparked this life in me?
The only answer is its you
How can you be blind to this?
I wont let it leave me lips
It could save me and destroy me
And all my power, strips
This word always grips on to me
This feeling... it will leave?
And yet that this is just a passing fancy....
That I can't believe
This word refuses me
No peace and no white dove
And yet I can't help but question
Could this be....
....
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love?
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