Flame Poem by hiba Gamera

Oh dear, the beholder of my lost heart
How could I live with it in your weak hands?
In this world where hell seems closer than paradise
Oh dear, how about giving it back to the poor soul of mine
So I could be the cheerful human I used to be in the past
The skies are crying and I'm freezing waiting for your light
Oh my dear, I'm still praying in the dark
Waiting for your warmth tempting me from far
Oh, oh, I close my eyes the sweetness of your breath
Through monochrome the memory lingers
Oh my beloved, sealing my faith with your love
spare my fragile heart melting into your hands
my dear, let us clear the way to our l destiny