The Fate of Lovers

There is no such thing as a goodbye when two souls are sealed by love.

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Unspoken words of love are known
To be the kindest revenge of all time.
None shall feel the excruciating taste of
“I wish he could bare his soul to mine.’’

A temple once so greatly admired
The farthest of the refuges now.
The fate of lovers has no goodbyes;
They drift apart only to find each other
Underneath the translucent darkness of the sky

The dance of longing, the surge of life
No greater force is known to mankind
Other than the touch of lovers’ desires.