The Death Of Lovers
We will have beds imbued with mildest scent, And couches, deep as tombs, in which to lie, Flowers around us, strange and opulent, Blooming on shelves under the finest skies. Approaching equally their final light, Our twin hearts will be two great flaming brands That will be double in each other's sight Our souls the mirrors where the image stands. One evening made of rose and mystic blue We will flare out, in an epiphany Like a long sob, charged with our last adieus. And later, opening the doors, will be An Angel, who will joyfully reglaze The tarnished mirrors, and relight the blaze.
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Exploring the themes of classic, Charles Baudelaire delivers a powerful performance in "The Death Of Lovers"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...