Eyes might linger as long as summer
As green as those hills become
as long as want lives longer than the will
The imperfection arouses me
That alone is demonic
Invisible suffering a frost that wasn't
A deadening cold an absence of something
Intangible the shadow of a face
The apparition of a face
Far off lights out of reach
an abandoned city
plagued by old spirits
That alone is demonic
Powerful legs might want for carry
Powerful arms might hug
Sensitive hearts will worry
Blunt ones just tug
appeal and invite
That alone is demonic
For love is a need
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