En la Orilla/At The Shore

La isla pudo haber llamado a mi nombre
Pero tu besado mis ojos
Mi Muse
Podía sentir el Creator en sus brazos
Nuestros lacrimas reales
Emociones húmedos y los solitarios sol
Totos hacen esto más que amor.
Tal vez era la belleza cruda
Lo único que hemos sido capaces de dar uno al otro

The island may have called my name
But you kissed my eyes
My muse
I could feel the Creator in your arms
Our tears real
Wet emotions and the lonely sin
All made this more than love
Maybe it was raw beauty,
The only thing we were about to give one another.

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