Your Throne

You want promises

and one hand to hold

I need freedom

Within your hand that molds

You ask for honesty

I will only give you the truth

I erase wicked

Within moments of it's fruit

We can share a corridor

Of my dreams and yours

But understanding

Must be the threshold of our door

To travel into the future

with a love likes ours

Is what haunts me

and devours my power

Just one ounce of forgiveness

When wrong paths are turned

You are the King of my desires

and I the Queen of your throne

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This is a Belladora original called "Love on the Web" $300

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