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When I think about her
my precious pearl 
Her name is...
crystal pure 
Her smile...
my simple cure 
Her presence...
within my soul 
I keep on thinking
for a while...
my heart beat is calm
for the first moment in time

is it a spell in a magical tile?
or the lasting trace of your smile

maybe an illusion as it seems
or another beautiful dream

as pure as the sunshine scene
like you, my beautiful queen

I think it's another endless dream
creo que esto otro sueño sin fin
ocean of passion profound
between me and you
my heart drifts
and my words drown

...slowly

reality and imagination blur
deep down there
silence sounds like a prayer
and seconds seize to occur
Behind every memory
there is a shadow
that fears the dark...
I will keep setting my loved ones free
Not expecting them to come back to me
"If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t they never were." Unknown
Waiting for sleep
is like jumping from a window
you keep falling
all your life plays in your mind
and you don't know
when you hit the ground
She walks and stands
where he now resides
with a rose in hand
their eyes collide

in her eyes, his world
where time is on-hold

his tongue freezes
a chilling breeze
everything is stopped
like a broken clock

heart starts to beat
with a rhythm they never heard

moments slip away
He wishes her not to leave, this day
BUT she does, silently
his heart turns back cold, and grey

the air is thick,
breathing is hard
And darkness starts to slide
while light starts to hide

and he is again blind
lonely with that rose, left behind

He misses her so bad
but why is he so sad?
it's unfair?!
days  pass, without her near?!

He loses the desire, for everything
He wants again to be nothing

waiting for her to come back
Now or later, but intact
maybe he still has hope
deep down he knows it’s weak

He realizes the truth he seeks
and his cold heart speaks

To tell a story of a stone pile
That came to life for a while
Only to turn back to a lifeless pile
Sometimes we need to let it go...
Sometimes death is just the start
and between life and death, there is always another world

** special thanks to Batool Jafri for proof reading
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