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Oh sunrise of my heart, I know not when My love for you did start, nor even how My longing grew to feel your silken skin And every other lover disavow Your touch enflames me past mortal desire We shape each other to unfettered whim Exploring sensual play, consumed by fire That burns us not, but fills us to the brim Each time we touch I find myself anew The Truth within your eyes I can’t refuse So take this truth; I offer it to you: Oh Secret-Keeper, you inspire the Muse I revel in my immortality Because of you, and all your love for me

In shadowed sleep and half remembered dreams I wander, wondering at what is real For nothing is quite ever what it seems And I'm no longer certain what I feel Is based on truth, or some forgotten tale I've seen upon an ancient, burnt-out stage Or even just a broken, dusty trail Through shattered thoughts of love, and grief, and rage After so long the images are blurred My mind, my vision, and my memory Call out, but all too often are unheard And worse, at times they simply disagree And yet I find some peace from history's sting Whene'er I rest beneath my sister's wing