Sweet Disease
by Kean RiberA disease we all lust want and dream about
It´s symptoms fills us with madness, makes sanity turn 'bout
By It, we are filled with minds of beauty and shine
Tainted with red-stained hearts, to eternity of time
Floored to ground by emotions of desire
Lifted by being of love to plains of heavens higher
A touching of grace and gold it brings to skin
These thoughts we are brought, to some, a sin
Without, I fear, we never in life would be
Were we not touched, might we not beauty see
My disease, I proclaim, received by peace white dove
You must certainly now know, my disease to be that of love
Do me please! no favor and bring me no cure
This disease is my savior and therefore good, for sure
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