Oh dear,
My imagination and fantasies,
Of you,
Will destroy me someday.

Though it has become voluntary now,
The moment passed without your thought
Feels most unnatural,

The celebration of you in my mind,
Is designing my shrine,
I keep you near in my heart,
Reality gave me a heart attack.

Actuality and illusion,
I'm in between life and death,
Still, I'm hoping for a slight life in death,
Though I'm aware of Destruction,
I choose to be buried in you,
Not the real you but Mostly how I see you.