As a rose lay upon a grave…
So is the beauty in death.
How do I pull my enchanted thoughts from such pleasure
As the aroma of an eternal bliss sweetens with every step…
The struggle
That of a thousand battles I daily live for.
Saved again…
Her kiss breathes new life into my empty existence.
Like the first breath of a new born child.
Bringing with it the hope of a new future
The oxygen of my being
Together living for the hope of a new tomorrow