The maw of the abyss unknown
Looks back at the wayward believer
Of things said
And things unproven
To this or any eye,
She looks upon a nude Adonis
As he sees a fallen Aphrodite,
Love made
Is fantasy given wing
For to fly to ends unknown.
Nothing is sacred between lovers shared,
For in darkness they hide
The truth of their passion.
They are as one once
And as one they depart.
Left alone they write of love
Separated they long for each other,
And each truth a lie uncovers.
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