The Holy Love
You have to open your heart to what's happening with your life
When your world that never escapes from gray, metamorphoses into a pretty rainbow
When dilemmas enter your soul and no one out there cares
There's even a day when only the wind comes asking how's your day
That's the kind of life that's you're run only with huge imagination
Never once did you turn to anyone who tried to convince you of their feelings
You let them go with running high anger and ran back to kneels Him
Sitting quietly with closed eyes in front of all the candles light, your softly voice start call God to comes in your soul
And He hears those soft whispers did you say
He bestowed an angel to you who never even once despised Adam's honor in this world
You hail that gift with countless layers of praise to Him
And He smiles at both of you who recite the Novena in holy prayer in the warmth of the white chapel light
He let you dissolve in fiery romance so you can appreciate the wisdom of life
Birds and flowers in the cathedral always pray that nothing can separate you until the universe is disappear
You have to open your heart to what's happening with your life
When your world that never escapes from gray, metamorphoses into a rainbow, forever
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...