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Our Love (mayastra) wk-4

Our love

The day when I closed my eyes forever,

To let my soul rest in peace between the beds of flowers,

It's all my body that's glossed over,

My pneuma is unfettered to wander.

I can't see my beloved

But her warm tears seep

Through the cracks in the earth of my grave

Wetting my cold sprit, each time she weeps

She feels lonely and betrayed

Now that her love has not paid

I want to hold her in my arms

Whispering soothing words of charm

That I would never leave her side

I'm an immortal being

I'm the hands of wind embracing her velvety cheeks

I'm the chirp of birds reliving the dawn

The eternal song of heaven above

Her favourite scent of blossoming flowers

I'm beside her no matter what.

Each time her cheeks get wet

In the memories of how we met

I fall as shower

Crying along with her

Brushing off her tears.

She's an angel;

Innocent and pure.

An owner of heart, which knows nothing but to love;

And I broke that pure being.

She is strong, but doesn't know it;

She is perfect but doesn't show it.

She is broken, that's for sure

But I believe that there must be some cure.

And every time that beautiful face wears a glow of smile.

I know that nothing is more powerful than an action full of love.

Because it entwined our hearts,

Breaking all the boundaries put up by time.

It persists above all

Me and her and our love.