No voice stays longer
No eyes captivate stronger
No heart beats louder
til you exists

Bring me your dead heart and heal it with my own,
so as it beats each day on it's own
mine's would no longer be alone

Love's a path; Virtue for the brave
led by a beautiful creature it is
in soul's not perfect but aspire
Entrusted thy heart; shall grow, bloom,& lives

where every soul devours his own bloodbath
Instantaneously shutters; air dust
Love is bound to fall in its own path
Heavenly, Blissful, or gold into rust

miraculously, adrenaline kicks
fated; as if the universe insists
in a variety of races; mix
A pure love mends solitude; persists

Live throughout life as if it's made to love
for people do fly but not all above