Even death holds no bounds. The power you hold, the cuffs that connect us Fragile yet delicately indestructible.The enviable nature, the beginning of the end Intertwined, lace together, stitched to the brim, your seam connected. Fabrics of different cloths molded to become one.
One which no one could claim to hold. You've given me permission, a grand gesture to take control. Hands of fate, where empty vessels stood; where darkness lurked and light emerged.
Even death holds no bounds. A new pathway, a journey of new ambitions, desires, One in which you no longer have to walk alone. Witnesses would say it's the immeasurable commitment of love.
My parabatai. My sjelevenn.
The vast quantity of fate's cold hands shaped every moment that was and has yet to be. The warm nature of your sound, your voice.. stunning.. Wait no... breathtaking. A smooth sensation to calm even the cruelest of situations. The therapeutic sound caress the fragments of my brain. That only you,my love, hold the key to.
