A Prophesy Poem by Rahman Henry

I don't love you as because of all the girls you are smart sexy beauty and you are the rose-girl; but I love you as because you are the beauty of my heart, you are the beauty of my mind, and all the concepts of beauty generates from a girl who is none but you. I have no intention to achieve the heaven, the hell, the rebirth in this universe or some other options... I only look up you in the heaven hell earth universe galaxy or in some other places. Once again we can talk to; I need not to understand what the hell is called: cancer. What the hell is called something that's incurable. I've no interest and intention at all. I can only say and proclaim that I'll never give up until and unless I hear from you. I'll deny the end of the time. Time is endless. I'll never admit the end of time. You just come and speak the last words for me. You just come and hear the last words by the last human being that's me, and guess how a man can love more perfect than a god or goddess that you believe to be the owner of this earth or verse or universe....