 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. + Back to Menu |