Winds howl like a jealous lover
Chasing shadows that will not recover
Spirits tangled in a ceaseless waltz
A dance of whispers a dirge of faults
Caught in the gale they cannot flee
Lust's hurricane their eternity
Round and round the tempest sways
Lost in the storm where passion plays
No rest no calm no firm embrace
The second circle is their place
Tattered wings that will not soar
Eyes that search for love no more
A storm that kisses then tears apart
A cruel reflection of their heart
Oh the whispers scream and the silence stings
The air is heavy with broken strings
They reach they fall they reach again
An endless spiral of what has been
Round and round the tempest sways
Lost in the storm where passion plays
No rest no calm no firm embrace
The second circle is their place
Lust
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