We're the new face of failure.Our love is like the moon,For when something better and brighter shows up,We always fall.Our envious love cannot shine brighter than the glorious sun.Sinful wishes upon the night make us wish for another life.I wish I would've never met you,And I could've been a part of the day.All the stars in our love cannot match others, as they are far more true and bright.
They speak to me.Your eyes speak to me more than anyone could ever try.For speaking is not just words from your lips,But reading your mind and your heart as every word should.Your eyes can beat all words.Your eyes can replace all stars.Stars and words would beg for their glory back, but you can't just give them your eyes.You need your eyes to see.To see, just how beautiful your eyes are.To see me glaring into them, trying to find their deepest journeys.My eyes can't see the pain.My eyes can't see the love.My eyes can't see the journey.My eyes can't see anything,Because we don't meet eye to eye.And when I cannot see,
Life is like a cage,and everything you love is holding the key.When you trap yourself inside,What will help you out?You are what you love,Not who loves you.The people who want you out,Aren't the people holding the key.
Jolt of market-carts ;Steady drip of horses' hoofs on hard pavement ;A black sky lacquered over with blueness,And the lights of Battersea BridgePricking pale in the dawn.The beautiful hours are passingAnd still you sleep !Tired heart of my joy.Incurved upon your dreams.Will the day come before you have opened to me ?
One Life of so much Consequence!Yet I -- for it -- would pay --My Soul's entire income --In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal --That I would instant dive --Although -- I knew -- to take it --Would cost me -- just a life!The Sea is full -- I know it!That -- does not blur my Gem!It burns -- distinct from all the row --Intact -- in Diadem!The life is thick -- I know it!Yet -- not so dense a crowd --But Monarchs -- are perceptible --Far down the dustiest Road!
Come, my Celia, let us proveWhile we may the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.Why should we defer our joys?Fame and rumour are but toys.Cannot we delude the eyesOf a few poor household spies?Or his easier ears beguile,So removed by our wile?'Tis no sin love's fruits to steal;But the sweet theft to reveal,