Amour my Love for Tomorrow;
devour my love from these empty arms of my nature.
devour my love from these empty arms of my nature.
Amour my love for tomorrow;
cleanse my vacant heart from these pages of magnificent pain
cleanse my vacant heart from these pages of magnificent pain
as I weigh the wasted years,
where those memories have been subjected
to the adjudicated black rain.
Amour my love for tomorrow;
remembering those beautiful melodies,
standing amidst our secular virtue,
standing amidst our secular virtue,
it is the true melody that speaks of our true visions –
the light
perpetrated – where love is reborn, transferred,
and denied from time to time –
perpetrated – where love is reborn, transferred,
and denied from time to time –
always manufactured in a desecrated lifetime.
Amour my love,
for tomorrow sings
that imagined black rain,
a universal rain –
where the spirit of love
carries no prejudice.
Photo Credit: Alfonso Coley
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