My soul flies away,
My heart always drifts,
into the unknown spaces,
somewhere where time no longer matters,
to capture the true beauty of love;
where fire is not seen with eyes,
but its burning flames,
leave a print on my flesh,
conversing with my spirit;
So my longing begins and I leave this place,
searching for the fruit,
wanting to submerge in those flames once more'
Oh merciful God,
if only for a moment I could feel your fire,
for living with out you here, I can't exist,
only moments, why?
I can no longer be content,
I am missing,
I am left behind the grail,
strike me if you wish,
for I no longer wish to breathe without you.
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