On the soil of my heart
The seed of your love shall germinate
Nothing shall pull us apart
Heaven, itself, approves of our being mate
In the river of my mind
Your thought shall take its swim
Like two birds of the same kind
Togetherness shall cease being a dream
In the space of my soul
Your being shall take its breath
Without you, I'm less than whole
Death alone, can separate us on earth
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