Both of Us

That first blinding sting of your leather touching seven when I realised. "Why this mistake?" you had groaned "Such a beautiful soul" I had crooned LOVE, a mere sensation to me FEAR, a mere creation by you Still they both sparkle alive When your black eyes twinkle just right. Still trying to move at twenty one when I had cried The same old dread cheerfully recognised "No more" then had whispered in inky black. SHAME, just a myth that you told me about FORGIVENESS, that hope I cold never let go of You will lose this night and I will finally burn bright in my sky.