She, that came into my life

To be my wife.

Yes that is spoken for the future

She, whose blood runs in my veins

Whose emotions I sense with my guts.

She, whose heart desires float in my brains

Her whose image is a portrait in my head.

I swear her grave would be my grave

And I will rest on her lips still,

Feel her still,

With the body cold, breathlessly

Surely that will tear me apart.

Course nothing will ever make more sense 

in her absence,

But in the memories we both shared I will live.

She, whose inner voice calls me in my sleep

Where At a distance It feels like I am locked up in her feelings

She, whose presence switches on my body

She, whose touch magically carry me to mountain heights

Her, whose smile Leaves Fireflies in my stomach

The only thing that makes perfect sense, she is

In this world so sick and complicated.

In my smallest planet She is the “sun”

She, who fills up empty spaces inside of me

Her, who awakens so much strength inside of me .

She, whose existence, connects all the dots

the flow we take,

like we know what the future holds.

Our story If I am to tell,

I bet the birds will stop for a second

And for a minute the world will be silent.

My throat If I clear,

I bet the rivers will stop flowing,

And in amazement all living organisms will gather,

How I fell in love with her and not him.

How true it feels,

Her love heals.

As we resonate at the same frequency,

Intertwined our souls remain.

Like there is clemency we enjoy each other,

Our bond is reciprocated,

Even Death won’t do us apart.

Never will it be adjudicated,

Course it is communicated to high levels,

Course what we have runs deep,

Kindred soul, it is how we are defined.