Petals o'er my lips I freeze,
frosty they'd taste o'er his lips;
their ardor to fall only at his feet
to color our paths as we meet.
Yea, petals o'er my lips I freeze,
to melt, to burn o'er his kiss.
Tonight, forever, they eagerly wait...
for his lips to seal their death.
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