They find comfort in the darkness;
youngsters raise their arms.
They love freely without the prying eyes of voyeurs.
They love freely with the prying eyes of voyeurs.
They follow the trail of their passion
as Eros leads them on.
Eros and Erebus smile, happy.
The lovers, fearless, as they embrace
the uncertainties around them.
These blithe silhouettes dance into the night.
youngsters raise their arms.
They love freely without the prying eyes of voyeurs.
They love freely with the prying eyes of voyeurs.
They follow the trail of their passion
as Eros leads them on.
Eros and Erebus smile, happy.
The lovers, fearless, as they embrace
the uncertainties around them.
These blithe silhouettes dance into the night.
Why do all love stories have this deep, dark, forbidden aspect to them? I'm not complaining. Two lines totally define me here: They find comfort in the darkness/ the uncertainties around them.
ReplyDeletevoyeurs are audience to PDA. Take it or leave it. :)
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