What have I to offer you?
Over now and ten times through
With bleeding lips and broken heart
What have I to even start?

What have you to want in me?
A hollowed shrew and barren sea
With hardened shores and cooled eyes
What have you but more lies?

What have we to make of this?
A romance bound by freedoms kiss
With moments spent lost in covers
What have we but the word lovers?



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