If death ever tears us apart.
Nothing you shall have left of me.
Not an oath of devotion.
Neither a kiss nor a tear.
Only your eyes have kissed my soul.
Your voice has caressed my heart.
Your heart and mine...
Perhaps will never fly into the night.
But in that far away when you finally lose me to Death,
nothing will be left...
Not the shudder of my lips as yours approached mine.
Not the whimper of my solitude without you.
Only these sad verses...
That attempt to caress you with my poor words.
Caress your eyes, your voice, your heart.
The humble memory
of a heart whose wings were broken,
like a blind bird that keeps tapping on a closed door.
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