Profugus Mortis
The Beauty Of This Form
I watch in wonder with racing heart and shaking hand
At the beauty of this form so delicate a creation
But at the same time fragile and weak
That all the eyes can see
The illusion of strength is quickly dispelled
As it's all destroyed with whisper and breath
Light and rain creation awake to touch with hand
And the pleasure it would bring
I am in awe of the beauty of this form
Not constraints in all it's shape and form
My flesh cries for it all
And with it all my flesh would die
From Letras Mania