Burning Papers-love poems

Lovers Tomb

O'darling you've slaughtered an unborn child,

Who's only dream is to leave his mother's womb,

While the devils dance, looking at you they smiled,

and buried him underneath the lovers tomb

I doubt my own doubt, that she cried,

Though I had visitors at my funeral,

My murderer migrated to abundant graveyards,

Searching for me, only for me,

O' darling save your prayers,

Don't pray for me, pray for the weak,

and i wish the dead can speak,

I am no longer blind and I can see,

the devils haunting your gardens,

the wolves inhabiting in your eyes,

and the blood covering your white dresses,

I used to be the roots that held your trees,

the sun that enlightened your skies,

the volcano that spread warmth across the poles,

Ohh how could you?

O'darling thank you,

I'm in the fields of paradise,

in God's hands away from you.