This wind breezing tales of anamosity,
Permutations of signs, serenading,
The world around telling
We are meant to be together, forever.
This wall of uncertainty between us,
Rusted our ferrum love,
Glad we held our hands
Clasped between them an amorphous enigma.
A pure feeling of Endearment
Bouquets of blessings we received
Of God that we admired
And our will remained submitted to him.
The consciousness we shared
Vibrant in phase immaculate
Its the peace and tranquility harmonized,
Oscillating enmeshed candor.
Sure then, as death do us apart,
our spontaneaty remains,
Aloof from bogged ferals.
That spreads the lecherous tar.
Install tez app.
© Copyright reserved 2017.