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An Admiration to Vituperate
Shy, a tempting minds' fate, losing thy soul, so maligned to interfere
Asleep, I'm full of rest, silence deafening, a cacophony to the ear
She alone, she defies as a lion; so coy now in my loves' demure
Without a compass, I navigate you, vicarious, with a tongue and spear
Sobering thoughts, on saline waters, clouds amass, thunder in your heavy atmosphere
Fire in water, love is a liar, color in blindness, the salt of bitter tears
She is thy home, a crescent young moon, beautiful, and ever so revered
Without a compass, I navigate you, love, with my vicarious tongue and spear
Shy, a tempting minds' fate, losing thy soul, so maligned to interfere
Asleep, I'm full of rest, silence deafening, a cacophony to the ear
She alone, she defies as a lion; so coy now in my loves' demure
Without a compass, I navigate you, vicarious, with a tongue and spear
Sobering thoughts, on saline waters, clouds amass, thunder in your heavy atmosphere
Fire in water, love is a liar, color in blindness, the salt of bitter tears
She is thy home, a crescent young moon, beautiful, and ever so revered
Without a compass, I navigate you, love, with my vicarious tongue and spear