The lamp of my soul burns
at the speed of light as winds
of fate carry us away angels
fallen from grace on lunar
tidal waves from sea too wide
to swim over under heaven sent
shock waves of fine romance
in the sensual world east
of the sun and west of the moon
on the road to the land of milk
and hot nectar for you and me
eternally entwined in days of
ambiguity for hearts and minds
unbound by winds of fate fanning
pyres of love burning brightly
in the lamp of my soul
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