Relationship/Suffering
Through the opened doors,
beautifully stood an angel,
shining as the moon.

She’s my gentle dove,
the symbol of my heart and love,
with her, I’ll grow old.

She’s all I adore,
her breast is my comfort zone,
her love is worthier than gold.

My beauteous rose,
it kills me to always know,
that I won’t see you anymore.