by Hayley

He is a flame, wild and bright,
He loves me and I love him,
His heart belongs with mine,
We ride through the dark days,
But HER grip is getting stronger,
And my baby's getting older,
Her touch is soft,
He doesn't know he has surrendered,
My baby is cold now,
And he is hers

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