Is there but one storm brewing?
In her bosom are eternal terrors;
Terrors that glisten in the night sky,
And have the fruits of life dying and brusing,
Your Sun rises and sets within me;
You are my Apollo,
A plethora of brightness is your bust;
You are my Aphrodite,
Love is like roses in a vase,
Their life is lived but they soon vanquish,
The dark clouds appear overhead;
And i am left alone in space,
Your actions have caused me pain and love;
But now i will wait for your to return above
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