CAME NEAR TO MY HEART,AGAIN

AND TOUCH THIS SOUL

TO FLOW THROUGH MY VEINS, AGAIN

LIKE A LOVE NOTE,

OH MY BELOVED, OH MY BELOVED !

I GET SUFFOCATED, MANY TIMES,

MY BREATH CRUMBLES

BUT SOMEHOW YOUR BREATH APPEARS

TO BECOMES MINE

AND END UP GIVING ME LIFE, AGAIN

LOVE NEVER STOPS FROM MY SIDE,

NOR FROM YOURS

YOU DONE MANY SACRIFICES

AND I HOLD YOU WITH CARE,

SO THAT THESE SACRIFICES

CAN BECOME YOUR JEWEL

NOW HOLD MY HAND AGAIN,

AND CROSS THE BRIDGE BETWEEN

MY HEART AND YOURS,

TO FOLLOW BLISS, TO FOLLOW LOVE, AGAIN

OH MY BELOVED, OH MY BELOVED !

I SPENT ETERNITIES,

SITTING BESIDE YOUR SIDE

IT IS THE SHED OF YOUR CONVERSATIONS,

WHICH STOLE MY HEART

IT'S THE TOUCH OF YOUR MIGHTY HANDS,

THAT FLOWS THROUGH THESE VEIN

LIKE A LOVE NOTE

OH MY BELOVED, OH MY BELOVED !

Your heart is a cold winter, when I meet you for the first time, your tears tell me a tale of long unbearable nights, where your tears went on to become an entire ocean itself, I know, I can never heal the broken and paralyzed part of yours, but I can become the warm summer which your heart was always craving for, you always ask me 'why you felt so warm, dude' and I think it's because my love is not limited to my gesture only but my whole body loved you in way that it acts according to my thoughts, it wants to become the warm summer for you in his (my body) own way.

I listen to you with all my patience because I don't want to ignore those unheard voices, behind your conversations, they express the story of your heart, that seldom gets expressed.

Your love is always enough for me, even if you can't give me enough time and care. Your colours express it anyway, in ways that no one can ever express for me. I am grateful for this expression you possess.

Sometimes I cry, sometimes you and our stubborn needs from each other hurt us, and the love between us starts stifling, but whatever our wrinkles of silent suffering, we hold back each other, and wipe each other's tears every time.

You are growing like a great tree, I know you will become a giant tree under whose shade everyone will appreciate your efforts, your strength becomes the roots, your knowledge becomes the leaf and your pain will transform into the blooms of this tree. I will present in all of that, somewhere that may be far away from you but always near to your heart.

But those winters kept on coming along your way, your strength will start to crumble in these times and your leaves will start to fall, but I will always hold you in these times, I will never let you fall, I will go on my way to save those leaves, even there is left only a single leave on the tree, I will hold that last leave, present on the shrine of your heart.