Though shame may bloom in love's embrace,
And blush the petals of our space,
If shame itself we learn to hold dear,
What then, when love's true form draws near?
Though shame may bloom.
Desires, like embers, softly fade,
While breaths like smoke, a world pervade.
In spring's full bloom, we stand alone,
If solitude's our heart's own throne,
What then, when love's true form is known?
Though shame may bloom.
A fortune found, a joy so bright,
Yet shadows claim our wandering light.
Beneath their cloak, our lives now stray,
If shadows guide our destined way,
What then, when love starts to hold sway?
Though shame may bloom.
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