The aroma of the dead,
makes her body warm and cold, transforms her into a lonely soul.
Agonized by her lover's death, lives in a curse;she.
The pall of trauma and fear terrorizes her,
Left with no choice but to seek Benediction of the almighty!
The twist of her fate in the blink of an eye,
Jovious she was;once upon a time,the lonely soul.
Longs for love.
Longs for warmth.
Eyes swelling,with a paper like body.
Her days are coming to an end,
Reminescence of late love captivates the longful soul;
as dwells in her mind he,the yesteryears' love.
Unforgettable he was,ever will be.
Love never bloomed for the longful soul,
Eyes remain dull,
With a body made of stone;as nomore was she,the happy soul.
Aroma love dead pain