Overcast and grey appears the moon next to the pale cheeks of my Edward sweetest
A poisonous dagger nectar shall be
when his topaz eyes glance upon me
Even the vibrancy of roses dwindle
at the embrace we two lovers share upon each others lips
Not a farthing shall I ever carry,
For I remain rich only at the side of my honey
In tatters or gold - he'll always be my trove
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