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Mine rose......

It is quite odd that I saw my last days with you unveil before my eyes moments after we met......
Fate shaping itself,now a couple of years down the lane.

It is my moments with you that defined my strong self and also my weak points and for once I
really thought life came with a meaning.
But ......I guess I was wrong.

I had made a pledge that a few would dare.Your body was to be my temple,
to love you my gospel,love itself my religion and with no doubt angel,that would have been my decision.

It is not by chance that my heart had fallen for you,it is not by chance that once I had to make a decision
and I choose you.Its not by chance that my feelings for you just never changed from the first time I saw you
smile and It is not by chance our ways had to part....but the wise would be certain in my words that really,nothing good lasts forever.
However still I don't blame the gods that made our paths to cross.

My love to you was to be be eternal like the salt pillars of the seas beneath.
My inner soul was set to give you love till the sun rose no more.

I never stopped loving you my rose,it is my actions that stop showing it to the world that you dwell in....its everytime
I did just that,when a petal from you would shrivel to fall and what was I to loose?

It is the cold seed in the winter that grows to make the finest of oils,it is the drop of good hope still in the air which fills a thirsty soul.

It is the moments that we had not shared yet that made my love for you to glow in each pitch black night,believing ours would be the test of seasons.
I had it all wrong.....

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