Hell Can Burn Itself To The Ground Poem by R. Ariffin

Call out to the rain, honey
don't let the tears be forsaken
Heaven can forgive for what is wrong
as long as our love would not be mistaken

Close your sunset eyes, dear
let blackness erase all anguish
Hell can burn itself to the ground
as long as regrets stay vanquished

Hold my yearning hand, love
and listen to the whispers of late
the world can cease her faultless orbit
as long as we share and bound our fate