In the celebration of one's acquired love
In the grievance of one's lost love.
We walk the paths between them everyday.
With a greed of little more than mine.
With a dream of a little than 'I'
There it stood a lousy thought of having what wasn't mine.
I whispered to the God's that I had banished along before I ever met a heart beating within mine.
Whispered them a pray, only to find myself in the carnival of broken hearts and healing minds.
There I was standing a little away from 'WE , US and everything which wasn't ME'.
With an aethist soul kneeling to pray.
To Bless the love which was meant to be.
To bless the love which was meant to be.
