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An Epistle of Love

Pain is sweet pleasure..
From a perspective,
A different dimension of view..
Pain is the feeling i feel now..
From deep within a heart.
Bleeding for you.


I have sailed upon the rivers of time
walked through streets of memories
Way far behind..
I have witnessed the death of love.
A service of songs.
Sung in honor of his unwavering sacrifice.


Look through my soul
Dear Goddess of grace
Look through the arteries, the veins
and the capillaries.
That conveys the lava of love..
Burning within my skin..


A heart forged with lead
so malleable you can bend and blend
With the mallet of the pleasures of hurt,
Pain, torture you solemnly enjoy in tears


Hypnotized by your aura and charm
i trust you will bring no harm
to this heart, weakened by the fray
gotten from past mistakes of yesterday


Look through my soul
Dear Goddess of grace
Look through the arteries, the veins
and the capillaries.
That conveys the lava of love..
Burning within my skin..


A labyrinth of emotions floods
the farm-fields of my soul
Uncertainty of the future and his friends
merrymaking in the feast of doubts
Guarded by merchants of fear
Has discouraged my zeal to move on


But rest assured i know.
When darkness falls..
Our love will vanquish
the atmosphere of doubt
And set before us,
Predestined cedars of comfort.
Along the rivers of history


Come with me, deep within..
Come and see the dark pain that thrives within
Come, for the love of a heart, frail and worn
Come with me, my ever radiant morn


Come to the cathedral on whose roofs are inscribed..
Blueprints of love mixed with pain
let me show you the sweetness of tears
In the Joyous annoy of affections and cares


Come and taste the vinegar of hurt
The poisoned kiss of betrayal.
The intoxicating feel of pleasure
Gushing like hurricanes earmarked for destruction


As a lamb led to the slaughter..
Solemnly, i walk on.
To the rocks upon the hills
With wishes beyond my wills


Look through my soul
Dear Goddess of grace
Look through the arteries, the veins
and the capillaries.
That conveys the lava of love..
Burning within my skin..


Look though my eyes
and see the glowing crystals of tears
Frozen by wishes.
To see and feel your tender grace

For want of peace
I trudge through life's insanity.
Seeking repose in the dark corners where rats of rejection.
Struggle for food without hope.


Read the letters written with my tears.
Signatures signed with feelings of care
See my heart shivering in the winter
Hoping for the touch of just your finger
Take a walk through the corridors of my affection.
And see the flowers that lead to your room.
Adorned with purity so divine..
As memories on its walls, recline.


Look through my soul
Dear Goddess of grace
Look through the arteries, the veins
and the capillaries.
That conveys the lava of love..
Burning within my skin..

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