STEALING MY BREATH

STEALING MY BREATH

To F.C.

One kiss from thee is to be in hell

When thou kissest me so tight I feel

To the Devil my soul I think I sell.

Yet thy love I cannot have still

Oh, my bad angel, thou art well

To see me becoming lachrymose and ill!

As I’m here getting married to Lady Death

Be my lover and steal (again) my breath!

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