Iria [06-20-02]

Do the fireflies sing for you,
Iria?
Does melancholy know your taste
by heart?
I've tasted lies, but none like yours,
Iria…
Your honeyed fingers warmed my
withered heart.

I heard the shackles broke you,
sweet Iria.
They told me long ago
about your chains.
But nothing stills my spirit, dear
Iria…
My love, from birth to mem’ry, still
remains.

I know the heather hurts you, my Iria.
I’d rather have a rose to kiss your
head.
I died the day you left me here,
Iria.
My roses crumbled, dirty weeds
instead.

The river holds your shadow, soft
Iria.
The wind, it whispers stories of
your name.
The fire even spins for you,
Iria.
Without your love, I’ll never love
the same.

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