The wait of Love

She is there in the darkness alone
With the shadow of my soul guarding her
Don’t ask her, whom to love, just leave her there
To smell my smell in the midst of death
Her smell couldn’t be fathomed by me
Cause I am dead and she is going to
I like to see her in my grave, sinning the perfect sin
Loving her for the one last time, kissing her soul
Just allow me to see her die, to hold her in my arms
Just wait for me to come in the form of death
You see, she is smiling, you see that is love
Discerned by her like a precarious bird
We at the moribund, like to see, the world sink
The sinner world that made us drown
In the valley of death, with a pain of longing
Taking us down
We are here as the wait is over

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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