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This Valentine's

Those were the days
On her, I would gaze
My longing eye
In warm nights
Lost inside the haze

Those were the times
Of lover's little crimes
Exploring nights
Behold the sights
She was once mine

Rumors burning
The wheels are turning
Sacred, hallowed
Poisoned arrow
Love is hurting

Weeping Seraphim
On the jilted lover's whim
In those dying throes
Laceration's crimson rose
On my bended knee
I cast her ring in the sea
As my heart broke in twain

There is no hope
To swing from a rope
Those bitter lies
And bleeding cries
I cannot cope

A broken tie
That no longer binds
I've lost my mind
This Valentine's
When Cupid dies

Weeping Seraphim
On the jilted lover's whim
In those dying throes
Laceration's crimson rose
On my bended knee
I cast her ring in the sea
As my heart broke in twain